The police station was within sight. Imogen was eventually locked in a room, awaiting interrogation. She pleaded to make a call several times, but her requests were denied. She panicked as she paced around.
Soon, Shirley and Roy arrived. The number Imogen called belonged to the ringleader of the kidnappers, and the cops were trying to recover the deleted text messages. “They’ll recover the messages in ten minutes. We just have to wait,” said Roy.
“We have time. It’s not like she can run away,” answered Shirley. The friendship she shared with Imogen was already lost. After she saw how conniving Imogen was, she knew there was no friendship between them all along, she was only using Shirley to her advantage.
Ten minutes later, the lost messages were recovered. Shirley, through the messages, saw how Imogen exposed her true identity. She was also the one who came up with the abduction plan. The proof of betrayal sitting right before her suffocated Shirley for moments. She held up the paper and asked the cops to let her meet Imogen.
The cops knew who Shirley was, so they promptly brought her to where Imogen was locked up. Imogen was in a rut, but when she heard someone coming, she quickly held the steel bars and tried to see who it might be. To her delight, it was Shirley. “Shirley? Shirley you’re finally here! I thought you wouldn’t come.” Imogen heaved a sigh of relief, thinking Shirley had come to save her.
However, she noticed that Shirley wasn’t smiling. She was cold and indifferent. Imogen pleaded, “Shirley, you have to prove that I’m innocent and tell them to release me.”
Shirley turned to the cop. “Give us ten minutes, please. Thank you.”
The cops left. Once they were gone, Shirley turned back to the steel bars, looking at the panicked Imogen while staring into her eyes. “Imogen, why did you tell the kidnappers everything about me? When did you start working with them?”
Horrified, Imogen stared at Shirley in disbelief. She played dumb. “What are you talking about, Shirley? I don’t get it.”
“Stop playing dumb. See for yourself.” Shirley hurled the paper into the cell.
Imogen bent down and picked them up. When she saw the text history, she froze. It was her chat with the kidnappers. “Listen to me, Shirley. They made me do this. They were desperate for money, so they came to me. They know you and Mr. Flintstone share a deep bond, so they made me tell them everything.” Imogen’s eyes were getting red. She was trying to regain Shirley’s trust.
“Stop explaining yourself. I know full well what kind of person you are. Even back at the base, you only approached me because I was from a good family. You never saw me as a friend, only something you could use.”
Imogen froze. She didn’t think Shirley had seen through her true colors. “No, wait. You are my best friend.” Imogen was still trying to regain Shirley’s trust.
“Also, you sold me out to the kidnappers for money. You risked my life. You handed me on a platter to them.” Shirley’s eyes flared with rage.
Since she couldn’t regain Shirley’s trust, Imogen sneered. “When did you realize it, Shirley?”
“Your operation was sloppy. It took me five years, but it’s not too late to see your true colors now,” said Shirley coldly. “You’ll pay dearly for this.”
Horrified, Imogen held the steel bars. “Do you think everyone has your luck, Shirley? You were born to privileges I never would have access to my whole life! What’s more, you have the lover that I’ll never get my whole life! Don’t call me greedy! If you were in my place, you’d end up on this side of the cell, too!”
