She avoided my gaze, and the guilt on her face was more than obvious.
I was furious. I pushed her heavily against the door, grabbed her collar, and asked in a sinister and cold voice, "Where is my bag?"
"How... How would I know?"
She stubbornly refused to admit it.
I was so angry that I burst into laughter.
"You won't admit it, will you?
"Very well. I hope you stick to your story when the cops get here."
After I finished speaking, I took out my phone and called the police.
She obviously panicked and wanted to leave, but I blocked the door.
So, she climbed onto the bed and hid under the blanket.
Although her voice was low, I could still hear her making a phone call.
One minute later, my phone rang.
It was Gerald.
From hearing Daphne on the phone, I already knew what was going on.
After answering the call, Gerald yelled at me over the phone like a barking dog.
"Sibley, it's just a bag. Do you really need to call the police?"
I sneered and asked him, "So, you instructed Daphne to steal my bag?"