Chen Kelin continued to ask, "Mr. Otway Stone, when was the last time you saw Mr. Gallian Coffey?"
"Wow..." Otway Stone's eyes shifted as he shrugged, "Honestly, I can't remember, it's been a long time since we last met."
Chen Kelin opened his notebook and asked, "On October 27th, that is, the night before last between 8 and 9 PM, where were you?"
"Haha, it seems you came prepared." Otway Stone shifted his body back, leaning on the chair.
Chen Kelin continued, "So, you admit that the night before last, the night when Mr. Gallian Coffey was murdered, you met?"
"No." Otway Stone shrugged, "I wouldn't say we met, I just saw him from my side.
I don't think he saw me."
Chen Kelin pointed his right index finger at him, "You were stalking him."
"Slander, this is absolute slander. I am Otway Stone, the founder of Otway Film Company, an excellent director and producer, I would disdain such a thing."
Chen Kelin pulled out a picture of a red Tesla sedan, "Is this car yours?"
