The police officer saw Elly Campbell and was initially stunned, then quickly greeted her, "Mrs. Jones."
Elly nodded and pointed to the woman on the ground, saying, "She pushed my friend off a wheelchair. I’m pressing charges for intentional injury and defamation."
Upon hearing the police officer recognize Elly as Mrs. Jones, the woman imdiately rembered sothing, and her eyes lit up.
She realized why the woman looked familiar—wasn’t she Adam Jones’s wife?
Perfect! She could take this opportunity to extort a good sum from her.
Everyone saw her just now when she was thrown out and slapped a few tis.
She was just laid off yesterday. Maybe she could negotiate with her to get a job at Jones’s company in exchange for not pursuing this matter.
With this in mind, the woman scread at the police officer, "She’s lying, when did I ever push that vixen... push your friend? She clearly fell on her own."
She had pushed the woman when no one was watching just now; there was no evidence. What could they do to her?
She continued to embellish her story:
"Officer, that woman usually seduces my husband. It’s because she’s shaless that I said a few things to her. I didn’t push her; it was her who hit . Quickly, arrest her..."
Regardless of Elly’s status, from their current behavior alone, Elly had been restraining herself, whereas the woman was acting like a crude shrew. The police officer’s first impression was biased toward Elly.
"We will discover the truth ourselves. The police handling the case is not your place to instruct," the leading officer impatiently interrupted the woman’s incessant chatter.
The woman felt awkward after the officer’s comnt and dared not say more.
At this mont, the property manager also rushed over. Seeing that one of the people involved was Elly Campbell, he was montarily stunned and warned himself not to offend her.
He approached the officer and said, "Officer, I’m the property manager of the community. Is there anything I can do to assist?"
Seeing the officer nod and point to the surveillance cara on the distant wall, he asked,
"Do you have that surveillance footage?"
"Yes, I’ll have soone copy it over right away."
The property manager took out his phone and made a call to his staff.
The woman, who had been smugly assuming there were no eyewitnesses, now changed her expression.
She hadn’t seen that surveillance, or rather, she didn’t even know there was surveillance installed in the community.
Her family just moved in last week, renting the house opposite Helen lendy.
Because her husband had recently gotten a promising new job, they wanted to find a more upscale community. They thought that coming and going might give them a chance to et soone important, creating future opportunities.
They had never lived in a high-end community before, and their previous one didn’t have surveillance, so she never considered this. Now hearing the officer asking the property manager for surveillance footage, she panicked, and her previously smug expression paled.
Soon, the property staff brought over the surveillance footage.
After watching it, the officer knitted his brows, looked at the woman’s ashen face, and scoffed coldly,
"Pushing soone over and then playing the victim—you really are sothing!"
The woman’s face turned pale again, with embarrassnt, her eyes darting around restlessly, but she was still unwilling to openly admit her wrongdoing.
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