Chapter 809: The Blood on the Clothes Isn't Hers

The female police officer furrowed her brow, her gaze complex as she looked at the girl sitting there who seemed unremarkable, then paused on her exceptionally delicate face and said, "The first thing you should have done was make a phone call to the police, not start fighting them bare-handed."

A girl surrounded and beaten by a few hooligans, who eventually ended up lying on the ground groaning in pain... They had only seen such scenes in cop shows, not in real life!

The officer truly couldn't figure out how such a frail girl had managed it.

"I didn't have enough time," Nathalie Quinlan said in a rather pleasant manner, her dark eyes meeting the officer's; somewhat casual, yet not uncooperative, giving her face, "I'll try to next time."

I'll try to next time!

Officer: ...

She wasn't being ignored, so why did she feel like she couldn't continue the conversation? Was it an illusion???