130. Drunkin' Beauty

"He is my fiancé, sir," Dianne babbled, running her fingers through her hair.

"Did you say your parents are dead and the man you called earlier is your uncle?" the police officer wondered. Confused because Dianne was talking out of her arse.

"Ah, I was still feeling a bit tipsy," Dianne joked.

"So here it is, sir. Our team was patrolling and found Miss Dianne's car parked in front of the road near the red light. When we checked her, we found that she was driving while intoxicated and after checking, we detected an alcohol level on her breath of 15 ml/L."

Nicolas, who was standing still, could only logicalise everything at this point. He occasionally glanced at Dianne while digesting the notice. He couldn't understand why Dianne was driving while drunk, and the car she was using was the office car too, the car that she had used yesterday to pick up Keenan from the airport.

Fortunately, Dianne did not cause an accident and harm other road users. But still, what this girl did was a safet