"The director, Mr. Lesnar, accused me of theft, Dad. He claimed my black card was his, that I stole it from him." Anabel said.
"What?"
"Not only that. He also slapped me and broke the card." Anabel added.
Sir. Orton's face turned beet red with rage.
"Explain yourself, Lesnar."
The director stuttered, "I-I thought she...