Chapter 7: Someone with a Black Tag

“Hey, officer. Can I borrow a phone?” I asked the policeman who passed by while I was inside the jail. He ignored me and just kept walking.

I’ve been incarcerated for three hours, and that antipathetic tycoon had left before I was put behind this jail. I was begging to borrow a phone, but they ignored me. 

I sighed and immediately left near the railings. Fortunately, I was the only one in the cell and have been standing until now, asking them a favor to lend me a phone.

I swiftly sat down in the corner because I was already feeling tiredness in my body. 

While sitting at the corner, I pressed my palms together. I didn’t expect that man to actually do what he said. Is he that desperate?

I don’t know how he got the arrest warrant, and I can’t do anything, especially since he showed them a video earlier as proof when the police interroga