While Rosalie was driving home, she received a call from Sebastian.


    "Rose, are you on your way back?"


    "I''m driving back now."


    "Okay. Be careful on the road and don''t speed."


    "Okay. Have you had dinner?"


    "I have."


    "Alright, I''ll be home soon. You..."


    Before Rosalie could finish her sentence, she suddenly noticed a person tailing her on a motorcycle in her rearview mirror. He was dressed like a traffic police officer, and he was waving at her.


    "Rose, what''s wrong?" Sebastian asked, noticing she had stopped talking.


    Rosalie said, "It''s nothing. I''ll be home soon. I''m driving right now."


    "Okay, drive safe. I won''t disturb you. It''s not safe to talk on the phone while driving."


    "Alright. I''ll talk to you when I get home."


    They ended the call.


    At this moment, the traffic police officer on the motorcycle had already pulled up alongside Rosalie, signaling her to pull over to the side of the road.


    The section of road she was on had little traffic, with only an asional car passing by every few minutes.


    She had chosen a less congested route using the GPS. Although the journey would take a bit longer, the absence of traffic significantly shortened her travel time. It was precisely because the road was less-traveled that it had less traffic.


    Hence, she didn''t understand why a


    traffic police officer asked her to pull


    over. She hadn''t broken all the?


    laws. But if she didn''t stop, the


    traffic police officer would definitely chase her, and that could lead to


    usations of fleeing.


    Rosalie had no choice but to pull over. The officer also parked his motorcycle and came to her car window, knocking on it.


    Rolling down the window, she asked, "What''s the matter? I haven''t broken any trafficws."


    The officer said, "Your rear lights are malfunctioning."


    "Rear lights?" Rosalie nced at the indicator lights on her dashboard, which showed everything was normal.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    "Please show me your driver''s license."


    Rosalie took her driver''s license from her bag, and handed it to him.


    He took the license, nced at it, and then returned it to her. "Please step out of the car and check your rear lights."


    Rosalie got out of the car, and the officer pointed to the rear of the vehicle.


    Rosalie looked and saw that indeed, her rear light was damaged, with the fixture having fallen off and the wiring visible inside. It had been fine when she drove out today.


    Rosalie turned to speak to the officer, but she suddenly noticed that there was no license te on the motorcycle.


    She then took a surreptitious look at


    the officer saw that he was


    and


    peering into her car through the window with a strange expression nothing like a real traffic police officer conducting a vehicle, inspection. It looked more like spying.


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    More importantly, the motorcycle had no license te at all.


    Rosalie nced around discreetly. There were no other vehicles, it was getting dark, and the streetlights were dim. She felt uneasy, but tried not to show it.


    At that moment, the officer walked toward her. "Did you see? Your lights are broken it''s very easy to have a traffic ident like this. You need toe with me to the police station to register and pay a fine. We''ll have to impound your car."


    "Is it that serious?" Rosalie asked with a worried look. "Is there any way you can avoid impounding my car? I''ll fix it as soon as I get home. Can I pay the fine here?"