George Polos

And I'm just going, how does this woman live? She must be looking over her back all the time.

And one day we caught her coming back with drinks from Starbucks. Baseball cap, sweats, the whole nine yards. You know, hair was up in her baseball cap because she had long hair and so forth. So she did what she could to hide her identity.

When they served it, the guy that served my lawsuit also saw Sarah's mailbox. There was 20 other lawsuits in there, sitting there. He goes, you're one of like 20. I go, what? He goes, you should have seen what I saw. And I was like, holy shit.

She goes, George, she's at the Wynn. And I go, what?

I pull up in my truck. I see a tow truck out there. And it's right next to her Rolls.

I mean, I watched it get repossessed. The guy's loading on a flatbed. He's got it out there. He's cranking that thing right up. And I run into the office. I go, Sarah, they're taking your car. She goes, oh, well. She didn't even, like, flinch. I go, how are you going to get home? I'll walk. And you could see the scared look in her eye, like, what the fuck? It's all coming down.

You could see it. I mean, her eyes were like, boop. Now, was that chemicals or her? That I don't know, but I saw that look.

When that Hells Angels guy, he told me, he goes, I'll go into her house and I'll chop her up in little pieces right in her bed. I was like, uh-oh.

So I'm sitting in her office one day.

Not me, no, no, no. I'm not that guy. I went the legal route.

With the attorney, I couldn't even get her served. You know, she was doing everything she could because she knew at that point that everything was done. And she had everybody on her. She was doing everything she can just to lay low. You know, she was hiding up in L.A. somewhere for a long time, then Vegas, then L.A., then back down here to Newport, Irvine.