Chapter 965

"Wow, your mouth's pretty tight, huh? Not planning to name your partner?" Robert narrowed his eyes, his stare sharp. "If you won't spill, then I'm calling the cops. I've got the footage of you stealing my laptop right here on my phone. Once you're in jail… A girl like you? You're gonna have a rough time in there." Robert's presence at that moment was seriously intense. Vilma was just a scared young girl, totally out of her depth. She burst into tears out of pure fear. But even though she was terrified—scared stiff of ending up behind bars—she still refused to rat out Carl. "It was just me. I didn't touch anything on it—I couldn't even get past the password," she sobbed so hard she could barely get her words out. "If you're gonna call the cops, fine, just take me." "You said it," Robert replied, pulling out his phone like he meant it. Panicking, Vilma stomped her foot and grabbed his arm as she cried. "Please, I didn't mess with anything inside. Can you let me off this one time?" Robert