“Tonight, he just came out of nowhere and said he wanted to be my sugar daddy. When I refused, he attacked me. Officer, that’s self-defense, right?”
The officer glanced up at her. “We’re just taking your statement. We can’t determine anything until we’ve investigated the facts of the case.”
Ondine bit her lip, her eyes filled with anxiety. A few moments later, another officer came in and whispered something in his ear. The first officer looked at Ondine again, this time with an expression that seemed almost like pity.
“You can wait outside,” one of them told her.
“Okay.” A sense of unease crept over Ondine. There was something strange about the way that officer had looked at her.
She had only been sitting on the bench outside for a few minutes when two officers came out and informed her that she was being detained for intentional assault.
Ondine’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? But he was trying to assault me! I was defending myself!”
“Do you have any proof that he was trying to assault you?” one of them asked coldly.
“I…” Ondine’s mind raced. “The diner has security cameras. You can check the footage.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Sampson, standing down the hall, give her a sinister smile. A cold dread washed over her. He couldn’t have done something to the cameras, could he?
Her fear was confirmed a second later. “We’ve already checked the security footage,” the officer said. “The camera was broken. There’s no evidence to support your claim.”
“You can be released on bail.”
Ondine’s voice was barely a whisper. “How much is the bail?”
The officer named a figure.
Ondine’s mind went blank. She just stood there, stunned. Where was she supposed to get that kind of money?

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