"The case has been filed and the trial will begin in six days. What outcome do you expect? Our team needs a clear direction to work toward."
Under Pamela's terrified gaze, I coldly uttered several words.
"Revoke her license and let her rot in jail!"
Sebastian paused for a few seconds, then nodded with a smile.
"Alright, no problem."
"Esther, you're insane!"
Hans roared, "What you're doing is no different from killing Pamela!"
"What, you're already feeling sorry for her?"
I stepped forward, patting his cheek as I said, "Don't worry, the crazier part is yet to come."
"What else do you plan to do?"
Hans frowned, a sudden bad premonition rising in his chest.
Before he could react, Pamela's phone rang.
She wasn't in the mood to answer it, but when she saw it was her mother calling, she pressed the answer button.
"Mom, I'm busy right now. Can we talk later?"
"No, dear!"
"It's an emergency! We can't wait a minute!"
Her mother's anxious voice came through the line. "Just now, the city inspectors came and forcibly confiscated the barbecue stall your father and I run on the street!"
"What?"