Chapter 367
“If there’s no dirt, then manufacture it. Aren’t you in this line of business? Do I need to teach you how to fabricate it p>
“Sis, what if this gets investigated p>
“There is no ‘what if’. I never leave leverage when I do things. All funds will go through compliant evidence-collection accounts, and no one will ever trace it back to me.
Even if something goes wrong, it will just be a false accusation on your part alone, having nothing to do with me p>
The video finished playing.
The entire internet exploded, and the public opinion thoroughly nailed Celeste’s crimes to the wall.
Inside the hospital room, however, there was an eerily twisted, dead silence.
Everyone’s pupils trembled, their faces turning pale.
For a brief moment, they were struck speechless by the ironclad evidence.
Only the live stream comments refreshed at lightning speed, entirely flipping the script to legendary status.
[Holy shit! The ultimate trump card! I’m on my knees! Celeste is terrifying! A master of legal loopholes and the ultimate manipulator p>
[Everyone who was ganging up on Sienna just got their faces slapped off p>
[So Sienna was holding her trump card the whole time. She literally never lost from the very beginning p>
[Someone quickly lock Celeste up! She’s an absolute menace p>
Countless camera lenses suddenly focused on every single person in the room.
The first to react was Helena.
Her grip on Celeste’s hand involuntarily loosened.
As if she had been burned, she instinctively wanted to throw it away.
The matriarch’s walking cane hit the floor heavily as she froze in place.
Gideon and Lucas were filled with shock.
Their previously righteous questioning and lines defending Celeste had now turned into naked, glaring jokes.
Only Jarred stood rooted to the spot, radiating a bone-chilling aura.
He raised his eyes to look at Sienna, who stood before him, aloof and unapproachable.
Their eyes met, and those clear eyes no longer held their past warmth; only a vast, freezing expanse remained.
Jarred’s thin lips were pressed tightly together, his heart feeling as if it were being torn alive, a dense bitterness swallowing his entire body.
Celeste’s reaction was faster than anyone could have imagined.
“This is fake!” Her tears were still flowing, her voice still trembling.
“This video is fake, Sienna hired someone to forge it. She has money and power she can do anything, don’t believe her p>
“The voiceprint analysis report is right here.” Thea pulled another document from her folder.
“A 97.3 percent match. This is the conclusion from the Metropolitan Forensic Center it holds legal weight p>
“She bribed them!” Celeste’s tears flowed even more fiercely, her entire body shivering on the hospital bed.
“You all saw it, she barged in here with reporters today to humiliate me in front of the whole country.
What else is she incapable of doing? Helena, Grandma, you have to believe me, I really didn’t p>
Her voice genuinely fractured at that moment.
It wasn’t an act.
It wasn’t out of fear, and it wasn’t out of despair.
It was because, for the first time, she realized she might actually not win this.
Gideon stood by the door, his whole body looking as if it had been paralyzed.
His face was entirely written with struggle.
He saw the video, and he saw the voiceprint analysis report.
His rationality told him that all of this was real.
But Celeste was crying, and she was crying so miserably, so authentically.
How could she be fake?
“Celeste p>
Gideon opened his mouth, glanced at Jarred beside him whose eyes were equally dark, and spoke with dry voice.
“Tell us that the person in the video isn’t you p>
Celeste gave Gideon a glance before her gaze involuntarily shifted to the man beside him.
Her eyes were full of tears, full of pleading, full of a desperate need to firmly grab hold of him.
“Jarred, it wasn’t me… It really wasn’t me p>
Jarred’s dark eyes were as sharp as cold blades, pressing heavily onto Celeste.