A plan

“How pathetic! You think you could fool us?” Stella spat.

“Do not mind him, he’s a loser,” Williams said.

“You need to come with me to the station,” the police officer said, taking out a handcuff. Mike quickly left a voice mail for Paul before going with the officers.

He was immediately taken to the interrogation room. “Criminal! Start talking!” The officer said in a rage, slamming his hand on the desk in front of Mike.

“I don’t know what they’re talking about; that car belongs to me,” Mike said, trying to defend himself.

“Stop lying to us; the insurance adjuster revealed that your name wasn’t registered as the owner,” the police officer said.

“That’s because my grandfather gave the car to me as a gift,” Mike said, insisting that he didn’t steal the car.

“Who’s your grandfather?” The police officer asked, arching his brows.

Mike opened his mouth to speak but instantly paused, thinking that this might be a shame to his grandfather. Calling his name over such an unimportant mat