The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 159

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 159

Chapter 159 A Room Of Big

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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."

rippled through the crowd. "Who

159 A Room Of

he's

This room is filled with

just sit tight and see

crowd murmured

have

Cleaveland's voice cut through

ed"

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

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

none daring to be the first to open it, as if the contents inside

observing Arion's deferential stance. His fists clenched

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

weak.

grave. “Miss Holland is not a suspect. She is a

who is behind this deliberate attempt to stir chaos, but given the

be held accountable."

stunned silence fell over the room. Even Edna, who had

expert in cultural relic appraisal and repair. The master appraiser's keen eyes could detect thenticity in an

had even

a high-profile

set this person apart was

so rare, it

mystery, and Edna had spent years

hair, spectacles perched on the bridge of their nose, exuding meticulous precision in every movement. Or maybe a reclusive scholar, someone shrouded in mystery,

wildest imaginings-had she expected the expert

woman.

were left utterly

revelation had blindsided them, leaving

was the strongest move to

Corrine had completely flipped the

ended, the buzz persisted,

up

online forums.

unforeseen continued

community engaged in heated discussions, the

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