Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 471

The policewoman was indifferent and looked at me, "Miss Kennedy, now is not the time to contact your family, please cooperate with us to finish the examination."

"No way!" I opened my mouth, my eyes felll on the doctor's phone in his pocket. Almost without thinking, I raised my hand towards the doctor and pushed it over.

Because she was unprepared, she was pushed to the ground, and I took the phone out of his white coat in the process.

But before the phone was opened, it was snatched away. The policewoman was quick, and after snatching the phone, almost without the slightest hesitation, she pressed me to the ground and skewed my hands in the back.

The bones were twisted and my face was pressed against the cold tiles. I tried to speak, but could not say a word.

The voice of the policewoman roared in my ears, "Clara, you are already obstructing my work. I have the right to detain you."

I pursed my lips because I couldn't say anything at all, and I was thinking fast about how I should save myself.

Because of my movements, other police officers came over and took me back to the place where I was being held, leaving the lead policewoman, who looked at me and did not say anything.

A pair of cold eyes looked at me, making me a little cold, for a long time, she spoke, "You better stay here honestly, otherwise, we have ways to throw you out of the deep woods, so that you do not know how to live."

"Heh!" I laughed out loud and looked up at her, "So you're admitting that you want to add me some crimes? What is this? A frame-up? Or murder?"

She sneered, "It doesn't matter, you can think whatever you want, but since you're in here, you should be honest and don't think about leaving again."

"Who the hell are you guys? Why do you want to arrest me?" Even if it was death, I think there should be the right to know.

The policewoman shrugged her shoulders and instead raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that we need a beautiful young woman like you."

Buying and selling people? Or organs?

I was pale and there were the only two things I could think of in my head.

Seeing my face go white, she stood up and moved closer to me. Her fingers were landing on my jaw, gripping it so tightly that I ached a little.

Frowning at her, "How much money do you want. I can give you."

She sneered and bent closer towards me. Her delicate features came closer and looked around my face, vaguely with some coldness, "Miss Kennedy, you should be glad that among all the women we caught, you are the luckiest, according to common sense, at this time you have been shipped out of the country."

I looked at her and my heart thudded, my body trembled a little, with fear and dread.

She retreated to her seat. "Stay here at ease, don't worry, you can't die for now."

Watching her go out, my legs went limp and I sat down violently on the floor.

It's the 21st century, the legal system was clear in society. Why was there still this kind of thing? Or justifiably took me away?

So, the syringes and Heroin in my bag. I was afraid someone put them there on purpose, so that they had a legitimate reason to bring me in.

They were not police officers at all, but scum living in the shadows.

So, for the few hours I was brought in, they simply didn't just want to stall, create evidence of my crime for me, and then hold me here.