Nia Mitchell was taken aback by the murmuring of the surrounding crowd. Was Robert Perez really going to pin this on her? Had there been some mistake?
"I think you've got it wrong. Since seeing Victoria Perez leave the Madgar Pavilion that day, I haven't met her again."
Nia Mitchell frowned, utterly disgusted by Robert Perez's words.
"Miss Mitchell, I beg you!"
Upon hearing Nia's words, Robert Perez knelt once more. Tears streamed down his face, yet even that failed to capture his wretched state. The commotion was immense, drawing an ever-larger crowd of spectators.
"I really haven't seen your daughter! Why are you hounding me like this?"
The surrounding din was so loud that Nia had to raise her voice, her small face flushing red with anxiety. It was one thing for Robert Perez to kneel and beg, but now he had actually started grabbing her hand and clinging to her leg, refusing to let her leave.
"Let me go, or I'm calling the cops!" Nia exclaimed, pulling out her phone to dial.
