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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

the way he's dressed, he's clearly not

just him. This room

sit tight and see how this plays

crowd murmured in hushed

"I have

before Cleaveland's voice cut

ed"

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

official seal stamped across it, hesitation flickered across their faces.

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

with Cleaveland, quickly grasped his significance just by observing Arion's deferential stance. His fists clenched slightly, and

was not the time to lose composure or look like someone out of his

earlier misjudgment of

weak.

Holland is not a suspect. She is a top-tier

statement sink in before his tone 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

be held accountable."

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

joined the department, she had heard whispers of an enigmatic expert in cultural relic appraisal and repair. The master appraiser's keen eyes could detect thenticity in an instant. A brilliant mind who

same individual had even collaborated

high-profile

set this person apart was their unparalleled relic restoration

artistry so rare, it was

and Edna had spent years speculating about

wise elder with silver hair, spectacles perched on the bridge of their nose, exuding meticulous precision in every movement. Or

imaginings-had she expected the expert to be a

woman.

too, were

revelation had blindsided them, leaving their preconceived

the strongest move

Corrine had completely flipped

after the broadcast ended, the

up

online forums.

the unforeseen continued to

community engaged in heated discussions, the website suddenly