Klova knew that the evidence was still kept in Watson's hands, so she went home and had a good sleep.
However, Mr. Donald had a hard time. He spent the whole night smoking on the balcony, thinking about how to deal with Watson's anger and questioning tomorrow.
Donald, who hadn't had a good rest, almost fainted when his secretary reported to him on the second day.
"Sir, I don't know if policewoman Klova reported it to you. The surveillance video of the police station has been destroyed by someone."
"I just sent someone to find a professional person to repair it."
"What are you talking about? Who is so bold to regard this place as a vegetable market?"
"Oh my God! Get out of here right now! Call the police to hold a meeting in an hour. I want to find out the traitor myself!"
Donald said in a trembling voice, his hands trembling with anger.
If he hadn't been awarded the cup a year ago, he would have smashed it into pieces.
Donald was anxious!