The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 217

Chapter 217:

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Her words struck a nerve, setting off a wave of murmurs before the questions turned pointed.

“Even if she had no part in the smuggling case, what about today’s incident? As the owner of Timeless Treasures, wouldn’t she have had the perfect opportunity to exploit her position for illegal profits?”

“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. If she has nothing to hide, she should be able to provide solid evidence, right?”

“Just because she helped solve a case three years ago, does that mean she gets a free pass now?”

“The law is meant to be fair and transparent. If she’s receiving special treatment just because she cooperated in the past, wouldn’t that undermine public trust?”

Leah observed as the conversation once again turned against Corrine, the corners of her lips curling with satisfaction. So what if Corrine had helped crack a major case? Public opinion was still a force she couldn’t control. She wanted to see who would step in to protect Corrine now.

Sliding on her sunglasses, Leah returned to her car, pulled up the live stream, and smirked. With a few quick taps on her phone, she deployed internet trolls to twist the narrative further—spreading the notion that law enforcement was deliberately covering up Corrine’s crimes.

Corrine’s sharp instincts flared as she observed the unfolding situation in the interrogation room. Her eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto the female reporter stirring the pot. A faint, knowing smile curved her crimson lips.

“Would you like me to explain?”

“Of course!” The female reporter met Corrine’s icy gaze, her confidence faltering for a split second. She took a steadying breath, straightening her posture with feigned composure.

“Everything requires evidence. If you claim you’re innocent, you need to provide proof, don’t you?”

Just then, a deep male voice interrupted, saying, “I came here as fast as I could—just made it.”

All eyes immediately turned toward the newcomer. He strode in, exuding effortless dominance, his buzz cut accentuating the rugged sharpness of his features. Clad in a dark leather jacket, his tall, commanding frame made him stand out even among the most meticulously groomed men outside.

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The sheer charisma he radiated left the female reporters momentarily stunned, a flush creeping onto their faces.

Jules moved with unwavering purpose, his gaze fixed solely on Corrine. His sharp eyes swept over her, scanning from head to toe as if confirming she was unscathed. Only then did the tight knot in his chest finally ease.

She was safe. That was all that mattered—otherwise, he’d be in for another round of relentless reprimands.

Wilbur, who had been standing nearby, visibly stiffened the moment Jules entered. His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils trembling with shock.

“Jules?” That name carried weight. It wasn’t one easily forgotten.

Jules was a legend, a figure more formidable than even Jericho. He had enlisted at eighteen, attained the rank of lieutenant by twenty, and was promoted to colonel at twenty-four—earning the title of the youngest colonel in history.

But just when his future seemed limitless, unforeseen circumstances forced him into early retirement. Within a year, he founded Blue Core Technology, securing an unshakable empire in the tech industry.

During his years of service, Wilbur had fought side by side with Jules, forging an unshakable bond between them. Jules hesitated for a brief moment upon seeing Wilbur, but then a faint smirk ghosted across his rugged face.

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