But if all of that was because she had misunderstood things earlier, and caused the police to hesitate to investigate due to concerns about her identity, then it would be far from ideal. So, after thinking it through, she decided that it was best to just tell the truth.

After Jessica Sullivan finished speaking, Director Foster on the side suddenly felt completely relieved. My god, so it was just that kind of friend—looks like I'm not as unlucky as I thought.

However, even though he was much more at ease, Director Foster still followed up on Jessica Sullivan's words, saying, "So that's how it is. It seems your friend really shouldn't be a pickpocket. Sigh, this time it's all our fault for not handling things properly. I'm truly sorry. Please rest assured, Miss Sullivan, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

Practically patting his chest, Director Foster accompanied Jessica Sullivan out of the interrogation room. Then, after glancing at Jessica Sullivan, Director Foster said, "I'll go take a look over there first."

With that, he quickly strode off.

When he arrived at the door of another interrogation room, Director Foster looked through the glass window on the door and immediately saw inside: one person was holding someone down from behind, while another stood in front, handcuffs in hand, about to clamp them onto the fingers of the seated figure. At that moment, Director Foster's body visibly shuddered, and his chubby frame trembled violently a few times.

Sure enough, these two unlucky kids were about to use improper methods. Luckily, he had kept Jessica Sullivan behind just now. Otherwise, if the other party had seen this, it would have caused even more trouble.

"Kid, are you going to confess or not? Speak up! How many people are in your gang?" Just as Director Foster was watching, inside the room, the completely oblivious Officer Thompson wore a wicked grin as he reached for Grace Bennett's fingers. Handcuffs, when clamped onto a single finger and pressed with a bit of force, could be quite the physical torment.

Behind him, Officer Harris was holding down the struggling Grace Bennett with a grin as well. "Mr. Thompson, why bother being polite with him? Just do it."

At this moment, although Grace Bennett was shocked, he could only struggle desperately. He really didn't want to make a big scene out of this, but he hadn't expected these two guys to actually go so far?

Chapter 009: What Deep Grudge Do I Have Against You?!

Just then, the interrogation room door was suddenly flung open. A figure darted in and slammed the door shut with a bang. Instantly drawing the attention of the two officers inside, the figure suddenly shouted, "Charles Thompson, Andrew Harris! What are you doing? Let him go!!"

"Director Foster?"

"Why are you here?"

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After the angry outburst, both Charles Thompson and Andrew Harris froze, a flash of shock in their eyes, and hurriedly let go of Grace Bennett, looking forward.

"Why am I here?! If I hadn't come, would you have turned the place upside down? Were these two brought in by you?!" Now basically certain that Jessica Sullivan had been brought in by these two unlucky fools, Director Foster really wanted to slap them both hard to vent his anger. These two idiots had no idea what a disaster they had caused him!

But he also knew that the most urgent thing now was to figure out whether this guy was really a pickpocket. If he was, then at least there would be some explanation for wrongly arresting Jessica Sullivan. But if not, he was determined to make these two pay dearly in the future.

After another round of scolding, Director Foster quickly approached the interrogation table, glaring fiercely at Thompson and Harris until they were both trembling. Only then did Director Foster look at Grace Bennett.

But unexpectedly, with just one glance, Director Foster's already somewhat plump body suddenly went limp, and with a thud, he collapsed to the floor beside the interrogation table.

Or rather, he didn't fall—he just went weak. The moment he saw Grace Bennett, he was so shocked that his scalp tingled and all his strength left his body. Even standing, such a simple action, felt utterly impossible.

Slumping to the ground, convulsing a few times, Director Foster suddenly jumped up from the floor, almost in tears. In midair, he swung his huge palm and slapped it hard across Charles Thompson's face. "Damn you, Charles Thompson, what deep grudge do I have against you?! Why are you screwing me over like this?!"

At that moment, Director Foster really did cry.

He had thought that just dealing with the daughter of Governor Sullivan was enough to make him collapse, but now, the man he had already written off as an ordinary person turned out to be Grace Bennett?!

Grace Bennett, the son of the municipal party secretary—would someone like that steal?

The son of the municipal party secretary and the daughter of the executive vice governor, forming a pickpocket gang? Stealing on the street?

Once he understood who these two were, was there even any need to investigate further?

He, Richard Foster, could swear that he had never heard such an absurd joke in his life. But now, with this joke right in front of him, and his own subordinates having arrested such a "pickpocket gang," Richard Foster was utterly devastated.