Kim Kardashian reveals she thought Paris ‘robbers' were COPS when they ‘stormed room, tied her up & demanded jewels'
Kim Kardashian has just arrived at court to confront the "Grandpa Robbers" who held her at gunpoint during a $10million jewellery heist in 2016.
The reality star was pictured on the steps of at the Palais de Justice in central Paris ahead of her testimony this afternoon.
She wore a black suit with oversized sunglasses and a massive diamond necklace and ear cuff.
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