NovelEnglishThe Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 156
Chapter 156 Stir Up SExcitement
Carl stood in the garden of the Ford family residence, methodically trimming the hedges. He set the scissors
down, took a step back to inspect his work, and asked in an even tone, "Did Corrine call today?"
The butler hesitated.
Since the day Corrine moved out, Carl had asked the squestion every day. And the answer remained
unchanged-she hadn't called, not even once.
Keeping his expression composed, the butler responded, "Sir, Miss Holland just took over the company. She's
likely too busy to make personal calls."
Carl scoffed, his grip tightening around his cane, "Busy? That's a poor excuse!"
He turned and strode toward the house, his sharp gaze catching a group of servants. huddled together, eyes
glued to a phone screen.
They were so engrossed they didn't even notice his presence until the butler cleared his
throat.
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Startled, they scrambled to their feet. "Sir!"
Carl barely spared them a glance. "What are you watching?"
"N-nothing, sir..." the servant holding the phone stammered, fumbling to hide it behind her back. But in her
panic, the device slipped from her grasp, and it landed right at
Carl's feet.
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 becpublic spectacle.
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? | told you it
was Miss Holland, but you insisted | 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 sexcitement?"
"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
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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.
Jericho Hilton offered a casual smile. "I heard the suspects this tare linked to the smuggling case from three
years ago, so | thought I'd stop by while delivering sdocuments. Seems | 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 | made it just in time."
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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.
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