The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 218

Chapter 218:

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“Looking for evidence, are you?” His voice carried an effortless authority as he stepped forward, dragging in a man whose face was marred with bruises. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a crumpled testimony and handed it over to the interrogator.

“The last suspect has been caught. You can question him alongside the other two.”

Without a word, Corrine rose gracefully from her seat, offering the chair to the battered man. Under the weight of countless scrutinizing gazes, the man cracked instantly, confessing his crimes without hesitation. Corrine’s innocence was established in mere moments.

The room buzzed with stunned silence. No one had expected the case to be resolved so swiftly—or for the suspect to spill everything so easily.

“How do we know this isn’t just a scapegoat you conveniently brought in?” The female reporter’s voice sliced through the tension, her tone sharp and challenging.

“Look at his injuries—clearly, he was forced into confessing!”

Jules exhaled through his nose, already expecting her interference. On his way to the station, he had been watching the live stream, taking note of this particular reporter. Every time a resolution seemed within reach, she would surface again—persistent, relentless, determined to see Corrine fall.

“What do we do, sir?” Matias turned to Nate, seeking permission. His patience had worn thin. He was itching to know which paper this woman worked for—she clung to the story like a rabid dog refusing to let go.

Nate lifted his gaze, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

“Find out who’s pulling her strings.”

This level of persistence wasn’t random—it was calculated.

Matias’ lips twitched in satisfaction. Finally, Nate was making his move. Keeping his expression neutral, he gave a short nod.

“Understood.”

As he reached the door, he unexpectedly crossed paths with an incoming group.

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.

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“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.”

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