NOVPUBChapter 898: 436 Bargaining_2 Chapter 898: 436 Bargaining_2 Rain trailed into her hair, onto her clothes, forming tiny beads of water and wetting her eyelashes.
The woman stepped unevenly into the police station.
It was around seven or eight in the evening, the busiest time for the station.
As the New Year was approaching, security patrols were heightened all over Pethkids.
Tonight, a drunk driving incident happened on Abbott Road—four or five cars had collided.
The station was bustling with police officers working on cases, victims, and their families.
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There were also television reporters conducting interviews.
Her arrival was like a pebble thrown into a vast sea.
It didn’t catch anyone’s attention.
Upon entering, Connie noticed the woman.
She immediately became alert, walking towards her and asking, “Miss, are you here to file a report?”
The woman wore a mask; when she lifted her head, Connie saw her eyes.
They looked vacant and somewhat numb, emanating an inexplicably chilling vibe.
“I want to see Madon Linggo,” said the woman, her voice hoarse.
Connie dialed Madon Linggo’s number quickly.
“May I have your name, Miss?”
“I am Belen Philbert.”
A beat skipped in Connie’s heart as she looked intensely at the woman before her.
It was her.
She had jumped from the Doublefront Bridge and disappeared on the night Virginia Frost was taken away.
For the past two weeks, not only the police but also the Rintos had been searching for her.
She was Virginia Frost’s confidante and held many of her secrets.
There was no way to investigate Virginia Frost without involving her.
After searching for two weeks without a trace, who would have thought she would bring herself in?
The call was quickly answered.
“Madon, Belen Philbert is asking for you,” said Connie quickly.
Belen Philbert was ushered into the interrogation room.
As she passed by another room, the angry, roaring voice of a woman came through the door: “I want to see the chief!
You lot have a lot of nerve.
Do you know who I am?”
Belen Philbert halted, her eyes shimmering.
It was her.
Why was she here?
Without reacting, Philbert walked into the opposite interrogation room.
The police were polite to her; they didn’t handcuff her.
They served her warm milk and bread, but she didn’t eat.
She only anxiously asked, “Where is Madon Linggo?
I need to see him.”
Connie replied, “Madon is out on a case.
He’s on his way back, please give it a moment.”
Belen Philbert anxiously rubbed her hands together.
Connie noticed her behavior and casually asked, “Ms.
Philbert, were you aware that the police have been looking for you these past two weeks?”
Belen Philbert looked down.
Connie understood.
Ms.
Philbert only wanted to speak to Madon.
Just then, her cell phone rang.
Connie picked it up and walked out the door, glancing back at Belen Philbert as she received the call.
“Madon, yes, she refuses to speak.
She insists on seeing you, alright.”
Connie hung up the phone.
The woman in the interrogation room opposite was growing louder and louder by the minute.
Connie glanced at Belen Philbert.
Seeing her sit there quietly alone, she assumed there wouldn’t be any issues and walked into the room opposite.
Vanessa Aria was sitting in the interrogation chair—her hands and feet were shackled, hair disheveled, looking quite pathetic.
She glared at Connie as she walked in, almost gritting her teeth.
“You are aware of the consequences of crossing me?”
“Ms.
Aria, I advise you to know your place.
This is Pethkids, not your playground which is Lostswa.
You intentionally injured someone.
No matter how much you deny it, the evidence is irrefutable.”
Vanessa Aria scoffed, “Even knowing I am Ms.
Aria, you dare to shackle me?
Aren’t you afraid of the trouble the Arias will cause you?”
Connie shot her a look of disdain.
“Are you not ashamed of the reputation you’re giving the Arias by doing this?
I advise you to own up to your crimes.
If you show remorse, the law may be lenient.
But if you continue to deny it, you’ll just add another charge.”
Vanessa Aria took a deep breath, enunciating each word, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Then Ms.
Aria can just test us — you should save your strength for defending yourself in court.” With that said, she turned to leave the interrogation room.
Vanessa Aria slammed her fist on the table.
“Dammit.”
She, the Mistress of the Arias, was humbled to such an extent.
Stepping out of the room, Connie heard noises from the other side.
“Damn it,” she muttered, sprinting back into the opposite room.
Connie dashed forward, rushing to Belen Philbert and kicking the man away with her foot.
Belen Philbert was cowering in a corner, pale and gasping for air.
A large bruise marked her pale neck.
