Believe in Jean Widjaya!

Leonard couldn't help himself from pinching his fingers a little hard, a cold voice could be heard. "After my men returned to investigate the case of Mellisa's car accident, they realized that the traffic cameras 5 kilometers from the crash site had all been damaged."

"Moreover, there were many vehicles on the highway that night, so it was difficult to find any relevant clues. If it's said that Mellisa was taken away by him, and surveillance along the way was destroyed, does that prove that he knew something was going to happen that night?"

Hearing his voice, Jean's eyes became a little deeper. "Don't rule out this possibility."

"Fuck!" Leonard cursed in a low voice, the file in his hand contorted from his anger.

Glen looked at them inexplicably, took another sip of his cigarette, and coughed a little. "What are you talking about? Jean, is this Frans looking for you because of you?"