The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 159

Chapter 159 A Room Of Big

Shots

The middle-aged man leading the group strode in confidently, his jacket slightly ruffled from the brisk walk. Several individuals followed close behind him, including Waldo.

Thanks to the swarm of sensationalist reporters, the situation had spiraled, drawing in people who had no business being involved.

"Excuse me, please," one of the newcomers said.

Matias hesitated for a split second before stepping aside to clear the way.

The group entered, and the man at the forefront spoke in a steady, authoritative voice. "I'm here to testify on her behalf."

Nate's sharp gaze darkened slightly as he assessed the man who had just walked in.

Then, his eyes flickered toward Corrine, and the faintest hint of amusement curled

at

the corner of his lips.

So that was why she had been so unshaken. She had been holding a trump card

all

along.

Standing to the side, Arion felt his pulse quicken as yet another powerhouse figure

entered the scene.

Had it not been for Corrine's unexpected entanglement in this case, he-an ordinary police chief-would never have witnessed such a gathering of influential people in his

lifetime.

Snapping out of his daze, Arion wiped the dampness from his palms and hurriedly stepped forward, forcing a polite smile. "Mr. Avila, what brings you here for something

so... minor?"

Cleaveland Avila let out a low chuckle. "This is no minor issue."

through the

Room Of Big

but from the way he's dressed, he's clearly not someone to

This room is filled with big

and see

murmured in

have the

before Cleaveland's voice cut

ed"

nod to Edna Scott, who stepped forward and handed a thick

red official seal stamped across it, hesitation flickered across their faces. It suddenly felt as if they were

be the first to open it, as if the contents inside were classified secrets that could land them

Cleaveland, quickly grasped his significance just by observing Arion's deferential stance.

composure or look like someone out of his depth. Yet, the weight of his earlier misjudgment of

weak.

the gathered reporters, his expression grave. “Miss Holland is not a suspect. She is a

turned sharper, more commanding. “I don't know who is behind this deliberate attempt to stir chaos, but given the gravity of the situation, rest assured-we will launch a full investigation, and those

be held accountable."

the head of the cultural relic department finished speaking, a stunned silence fell over the room. Even Edna, who had been

appraisal and repair. The master appraiser's keen

individual had even collaborated with law

a high-profile

what set this person apart was their unparalleled

so rare,

an air of mystery, and Edna had spent years speculating about

on the bridge of their nose, exuding meticulous precision

imaginings-had she expected the expert to be

woman.

too, were

them, leaving their preconceived notions

move to silence the relentless

had

after the broadcast ended, the buzz persisted, with

up

online forums.

unforeseen continued to

in heated discussions, the website suddenly