Chapter 362: Being Questioned

Then? "Of course, he didn't succeed. Just as he was about to tear off my underwear, I felt a beer bottle beside me and smashed it on his head. His blood spilled on my dress and my hands. Later, the police came, and I claimed it was self-defense. No one believed me." Jaquan flew over to resolve the matter in the end. Marilyn laughed as she recounted the story. "That was the worst time of my life, so now I'm not afraid of anything." "Nelson, that's why I don't care." She reeked of alcohol. "I love you enough that I don't care if you have a wife or not." Nelson's mind instantly conjured up Callie's proud face. He remained silent. Marilyn, having drunk too much, couldn't control herself and asked out of selfish curiosity, "Have you known her for a long time?" "Yes," Nelson replied with a single syllable from his throat, clearly unwilling to elaborate. The conversation came to an abrupt halt. The driver, who had been silently driving in the front, saw endless indifference in his b