Eleanora pov
I quickly brought out my phone and called the police. “Hello, I think my car has been stolen,” I spoke in a hasty voice through the phone, my heart rising with trembling hands.
That car was bought by me. In fact, the car was one of my dream cars. Working hard and buying it was an achievement to me, and now, out of the blue, it’s missing.
“What color is the car, and what brand?” the woman police officer's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
“It's a red Lexus RX 350, a new one,” I responded, my hands gripping my phone, already shaking. I could remember that the car was parked in the parking lot, and now it’s nowhere to be found.
“You have to calm down, madam. The police will be with you shortly, and your car will be found,” she responded, giving an assuring appr
