However before Edward ended the call he told the police to also arrest the manager.
Valentina sat in the cold interrogation room, her wrists still sore from the tight grip of the officers who had dragged her here. Her heart pounded against her chest, not from fear, but from sheer confusion and frustration.
At that moment she exhaled sharply, trying to keep her emotions in check, but the weight of the situation pressed down on her. Today of all days.
Her eyes flickered toward the officer standing near the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
"Can someone explain to me why I'm here?" Valentina's voice was calm, but the fire in her eyes burned with impatience.
"You didn't even let me make a phone call. I need to contact my husband."
Hearing what Valentina just said.
The officer, a burly man with a stoic face, didn't move.
"No calls until the charges are confirmed," he said simply.
Immediately Valentina's fingers clenched into fists.
