"Yes, they should have. But the police can't rule out the possibility that whomever they are looking for is not alone. They could have gathered here to take drugs together, so they have to look into it."

Gathering to take drugs? AIDS?

Bettie trembled with disgust and rolled her eyes at him.

"I didn't ask you."

"You can turn a deaf ear to my words," Lance retorted.

Bettie curled her lips. But instead of exchanging any further words with him, she turned to look at Sabrina. Her brows furrowed as she took in Sabrina's face.

“Sabrina, why do you look so pale? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I feel a little dizzy." Sabrina rubbed her chest and said, "My heart is beating fast. Maybe it's because I've been very busy and haven't had a good rest."

"Alas!" Bettie sighed.

"I planned to leave when I saw that blind date, but now it will take even longer than I planned."

Then she glared at Lance.

If it weren't for him, what would she be doing in such a place?

This time, Lance didn't argue or try to defend himself. He glanced at Sabrina and frowned when he saw how ashen she appeared.

“You won't..."

Before he could complete his sentence, one of the policemen walked up to their table. He looked down at Sabrina and took out a small notebook.

"Miss, what's your name?"

"Me?" Sabrina pointed at her nose, still feeling a little dizzy.

"Yes, it's you," the policeman announced in a grim tone.

"Sir, we.. It was absolutely impossible for them to partake in the use of illicit drugs.

However, when Bettie attempted to explain to this to the policeman, Lance kicked her under the table.