The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 215

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He bent down, picked it up, and his eyes narrowed as he recognized the woman on the screen—Corrine.

She was at the police station, cameras flashing in her face, reporters crowding around her with microphones in hand.

Carl might have been old, but he wasn’t ignorant of the way the world worked. Live streaming had changed everything—news spread faster, reputations crumbled in an instant, and moments like this became public spectacles. And judging by the sheer number of reporters surrounding Corrine, this situation was far more serious than he’d imagined.

Carl studied the image of Corrine on the screen for a long moment before handing the phone back to the servant. His expression darkened.

“Get the car. Now!” Without hesitation, he turned on his heel and strode toward the gates.

The butler hurried after him, barely keeping pace.

Once they were gone, the servants huddled back together, their eyes glued to the live stream.

“See? I told you it was Miss Holland, but you insisted I was wrong!”

“But why would she be involved in something like this? She’s always had a secure, comfortable life with the Ford family.”

“Maybe she got bored and decided to stir up some excitement?”

“Wait—look! Who are these people?” A voice, laced with excitement, made them all lean in closer.

On-screen, the interrogation room doors burst open as several men in black suits strode inside. The leader, dressed in a sleek black executive jacket, stood out—not just because of his graying hair but also because of the undeniable authority he carried. Unlike the others, his attire was slightly more casual, yet his presence made it clear he outranked them all.

Arion, upon seeing the man, stiffened before quickly rising to greet him.

“Mr. Hilton! What brings you here?”

His words were polite, but his expression betrayed his unease. Why would someone of this caliber show up because of a case like this? This station wasn’t nearly important enough to warrant his attention.

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Jericho Hilton offered a casual smile.

“I heard the suspects this time are linked to the smuggling case from three years ago, so I thought I’d stop by while delivering some documents. Seems I walked in on quite the scene.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Arion muttered.

Jericho patted him on the shoulder before turning his attention to Corrine.

“Looks like I made it just in time.”

Corrine met his gaze, unfazed.

“Took you long enough.”

“You know how messy it is digging up files from that far back,” he said, his tone light, though the weight of his words was anything but.

The reporters sitting along the edges of the room remained silent, too focused on the unfolding scene to grasp the tension suffusing the air.

A reporter in the crowd spotted Jericho and nudged a colleague.

“Is that Jericho Hilton from CBP?”

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