"Have you checked the surveillance footage?" The police officer inquired.
"We have." The person in charge, Gilbert Covington, replied, "But unfortunately, there are blind spots, so nothing was visible."
Celeste, standing beside Zelena, couldn't suppress a smug smirk upon hearing this.
She had exploited those very blind spots to execute her plan.
Polly was destined to be the scapegoat, and there was no escaping that fate.
After further discussion, the event was cleared to proceed, and the fans in the front row were already buzzing with anticipation.
The police agreed to take Polly and her assistant, Margot Wagner, back to the station for questioning.
But Polly was adamant.
"I'm not going!" she exclaimed.
As a celebrity, being escorted away by the police in front of her fans would irrevocably damage her career.
This couldn't be the end.
She had done nothing wrong and refused to confess to a crime she didn't commit.
The person in charge was taken aback. "Huh?"
"I didn't do it!" Polly shouted. "Why should I go with the police? Someone else deliberately planted the necklace in my makeup bag!"
The staff member who had searched the bag stepped forward. "Do you have any evidence?"
"Indeed, Ms. Tillery," the police officer calmly echoed, "do you have any evidence to prove that someone framed you?"
Evidence, huh?
A sinister gleam flickered in Zelena's eyes.
How could Polly possibly have any evidence?
This was likely just a desperate last stand.
"Of course I have evidence!"
Polly declared righteously.
Zelena was stunned.
"If you have evidence, then show it quickly," the person in charge urged.
"Yeah, show it now," the police officer agreed.
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