“I’m the owner of the car.”
Anthony pulled out his ID. “There was an LV handbag left in the car.”
“That bag was taken about ten minutes ago,”
The receptionist stammered, clearly flustered and nervous.
“I’m so sorry…”
The receptionist quickly reported the issue to her superiors.
The store manager hurried over, learning that the bag had been wrongly collected, and immediately called the police while pulling up the surveillance footage.
The footage showed a middle-aged man with a young girlfriend.
“Felix Helstein!”
Anthony asked, “You know him?”
“He’s Evelyn’s brother,”
Liesel explained, her brows knitting together tightly, her expression turning icy.
“How could you let someone else take it? Is this how you treat your job, with such carelessness?”
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