Daniel looked terrified at the mention of the police.

“Claire, stop,” Daniel whispered, grabbing her arm.

“We don’t need the police involved.”

“Think of the family name.”

“I don’t care about the family name right now, Daniel!” Claire yelled, shaking him off.

“She stole from me!”

“I want justice.”

Mr. Han adjusted his cuffs, his face expressionless.

“If we are to involve the police, we must review all available evidence first,” Mr. Han said.

“Including our resort security systems.”

“Of course,” Vivian said, smoothing her jacket.

“Review whatever you like.”

“The security cameras will only prove that she was lurking near our table.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Han said, a strange coolness entering his eyes.

“We have a state-of-the-art surveillance system here at Lotus Bay.”

“Every inch of this terrace is covered by high-definition cameras.”

He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a sleek black smartphone.

“I will contact our security feed manager immediately,” Mr. Han said.

He tapped the screen twice, his thumb hovering over the dial icon.

Just then, a loud chirp sounded from the pocket of Claire’s own designer handbag, which was resting on the chair.