The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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."

through the crowd. "Who is that

Room Of

way he's dressed, he's clearly

him. This room is

just sit tight and

crowd murmured

have

Cleaveland's voice cut

ed"

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

across it, hesitation flickered across their faces. It suddenly felt as if they were holding a scorching piece of

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

grasped his significance just by observing Arion's

the time to lose composure or look like someone out of his depth. Yet, the weight of his earlier misjudgment of Corrine made

weak.

not a suspect. She is a top-tier restoration specialist and a valued special consultant

turned sharper, more commanding. “I don't know who is behind this deliberate attempt to stir chaos, but given the gravity of

be held accountable."

head of the cultural relic department finished speaking, a stunned silence fell over

had heard whispers of an enigmatic expert in cultural relic appraisal and repair. The master appraiser's

ago, this same individual had

high-profile

person apart was

rare, it was

air of mystery, and Edna had spent years speculating about what this

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

her wildest imaginings-had she expected the

woman.

reporters, too, were left

had blindsided them, leaving

was the strongest move to silence

had

the broadcast ended, the buzz persisted, with heated debates

up

online forums.

unforeseen continued to

in heated discussions, the website suddenly