Ben followed her.
Amber knocked on the door of the interrogation room.
An officer opened the door and invited her in.
As the victim, she naturally could meet the suspects.
After all, the suspects weren't arrested yet.
Amber walked in and looked straight at the interrogation table.
She was utterly astonished by the scene.
That man she met this morning was sitting in a wheelchair with both legs in casts, listless and pale.
The waiter wasn't spared. Although his legs were fine, both his arms were encased in plaster with bandages hanging around his neck.
Those two people, one broke his legs and the other injured his arms. It was obviously not an accident.
She just chanced upon that man in the wheelchair this morning, and he was fine back then. Someone must have done this to him intentionally.
Amber turned to look at Ben.
Ben caught her gaze and returned with a smile.
His smile explained everything.
Amber pursed her red lips. "I need to talk to you."
She walked out of the interrogation room.
Ben followed closely behind.
Amber led him to a quiet corner and asked, "Ben, did you do that to those two?"
Those two people were brought here by Ben. She couldn't think of anyone who could have done that other than him.
"Yes. Mr. Farrell told me to. As Mr. Farrell said, since the waiter drugged you with his hands, I should break his arms. Also, since that man would come all the way just to take advantage of you, I should break his legs. So I followed suit," adjusting his glasses, Ben answered with such ease that it was as if he was talking about something fun and bubbly.
Amber gasped.
So that was what Jared was talking about.
Earlier today, Jared asked her how she wanted to deal with the waiter and that man.
She didn't think of anything then. So, when Jared said he would take care of it, she agreed.
She didn't expect that Jared would break their arms and legs!
Although she thought that they deserved it, it came off as a little extreme to her.
As if seeing through her thought, Ben adjusted his glasses as he said, "Miss Reed, don't worry. Some people are born evil. They won't learn the lesson until they are badly hurt by their decisions. These two are willing to do such a heinous thing for so little money, which further proves that they are inherently vicious. Since they dared to do this to you, they will also do it to other girls."
"I know... It's just... Forget it. You are right. Got to teach them a lesson. I was being improvident," Amber said, smoothing the wrinkle between her eyebrows.
Then, she thought of something and continued, "But that is a crime of intentional injury! And you just brought them here? Aren't you afraid that..."
"Don't worry, Miss Reed. Mr. Farrell has it all taken care of. The police already knew we did this to them. However, they ignore it. Haven't you noticed?" Ben looked at her, smiling.
Amber froze for a second and recalled the situation in the interrogation room just now. The three police officers sitting in were acting as if they didn't see the two's injuries.
The police apparently knew it beforehand.
Amber gave Ben a thumbs up. "You sure have your way around this. I can't believe you bought off the police!"
"Oh, not me, Miss Reed. It's all thanks to Mr. Farrells' connections. Mr. Farrell should take all the credit," Ben said as he adjusted his glasses.
If he put in a good word for Mr. Farrell,
could he get his cash bonus back?
"Another thing, Miss Reed." Ben looked at Amber. "Have you handed in the recording yet?"
"Not yet." Amber took out her phone from her purse.
She almost forgot about it.
"Then let me. I need to talk to the police first. After all, the recording won't have legal validity if you recorded this without the other party's consent." Ben replied.
Amber only remembered it then that the law did say so.
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