Chapter 318
The reporters were relentless-voices overlapping, questions hurled one after another, drowning out any chance for Sharon to speak.
And then, the police station doors swung open. Another group of officers walked out. They paused for a brief second, taking in the chaotic scene in front of them.
When their eyes landed on Sharon, they headed straight for her.
“Sharon,” one officer said, his tone flat but firm. “New evidence has been submitted regarding the report against you. Your accounts have been frozen. The auctioned items are to be temporarily seized and held for investigation.”
He paused, then added, “We need you to come with us again to cooperate with the investigation.”
Nate’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.
The efficiency of the police was impressive. That follow-up report must’ve checked out faster than he expected. Looked like they were officially moving to interrogate her now.
What perfect timing.
And with the entire internet watching-broadcast live-Sharon was destined for ruin.
The viewers glued to the stream were practically buzzing through their screens.
“Damn, I was one of the people trashing her online earlier. Then the news said she was a philanthropist, and I thought maybe I jumped the gun. But… looks like I was right after all.”
“So even the official media screws up sometimes, huh?”
“Reporting someone as a hero without even verifying the money source… Man, the credibility of these national news portals is about to tank.”
It was morning, but online, it felt like the Fourth of July. Fireworks. Chaos. Frenzy.
A plot twist inside a plot twist-the kind of real-life drama people lived for.
Viewers were frantically calling friends, coworkers, and family. “Turn on the stream-right now. You won’t believe what’s happening.”
Sharon calmly looked at the officers. “Can you give me five minutes?”
One of the officers glanced at the crowd, then nodded.
With this many people around, there wasn’t much risk of her running. Plus, the media were here in full force. If Sharon wanted to make a statement, there was no reason to stop her.
And if it turned out she was guilty, this might just be her last public statement before things came crashing down.
Facing the sea of gloating faces, Sharon’s voice was cool. “First,” she began, “the 100 million I donated is not dirty money. It comes from entirely legal channels.”
She pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and held up a photo for the reporters to see.
“This is the bank transfer record. The full amount-100 million-came directly from my ex-husband’s account.”
Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones pointed toward her screen, capturing every inch of the record.
Sharon waited patiently, letting them get their shots.
million to me?”
Her thumb slid across the screen. A second photo popped up.
A divorce certificate.
Name of the wife: Sharon McKinzie.
Name of the husband…
Carter Biggs.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
No. No way.
It had to be someone else with the same name… right? 1
But what were the odds of that?
Every single person instinctively turned to look at Carter.
He stood there, silent. His expression unreadable, a storm hidden behind glass. (1)
The date on the certificate was clear. The identification numbers were blurred, but the rest-crystal sharp.
Sharon’s voice cut through the tension. “Since the police are here, anyone who doubts this can have them verify it. Check whether this document is real or not.”
The police wasted no time. They ran the certificate through their system. Seconds later, one officer looked up. “It’s genuine,” he confirmed. “Sharon is telling the truth.”
The crowd erupted. 1
Even the people watching the stream online were shocked.
