Chapter 158 Determined To
See Corrine Fall
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.
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.
“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.
