"What are you doing?"
Gor Nolan looked down at his clothes, "What do you think I can do? Of course, I'm a chauffeur."
"Who were you driving for at that time?"
"Olina Back," Gor Nolan said with a smile, "I'm a fan of hers, and it was the first time I'd met her in person, she's much more beautiful than on TV.
I was honored to be her driver."
"You're a fan of hers?"
"Yes."
"You're lying."
"I'm not lying, I'm indeed her fan. I even have her posters at home, very sexy ones."
"If you're her fan, why don't you follow her news?"
"I haven't deliberately searched for her, but if I see news about her, I usually click on it.
Is there a problem?"
"She's dead."
Gor Nolan's jaw dropped, showing a shocked expression, "How can this be? I just drove her home last night.
Oh my God, you don't think I killed her, do you?"
Luke said, "As far as we know, you were indeed the last person to see her."
