The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 160

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 160

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.

the way he's

This room is

just sit tight and see how

crowd murmured in

"I have the evidence

before Cleaveland's voice cut

ed"

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

their faces. It suddenly felt as if they were holding a

uneasy glances, none daring to be the first to open it, as if the contents inside were classified secrets that could land

by observing Arion's deferential stance. His fists clenched slightly,

to lose composure or

misjudgment of Corrine made his

weak.

his expression grave. "Miss Holland is not a suspect. She is a

let the 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,

be held accountable."

fell over the room.

The master appraiser's keen eyes could detect thenticity in an instant. A brilliant mind who could unravel

individual had even

a high-profile smuggling

set this person apart

rare,

and Edna had spent years speculating about

meticulous precision in every movement. Or maybe

wildest imaginings-had she expected the expert

woman.

too, were left utterly

revelation had blindsided them, leaving their preconceived

move

had

broadcast ended, the buzz persisted, with

up

online forums.

the unforeseen continued

online community engaged in heated

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