The middle–aged man in the lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few people following behind him, including Adrian.

Great. Because of a group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

“Hello, excuse me,” one of them said.

Eddie was stunned for a moment and quickly took a step back.

The group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help her prove it.”

David squinted when he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Then, his gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

No wonder she was so calm.

So she still had another trump card.

Morris, who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felt his blood boil.

If not for the fact that Rachel had accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots in his life.

Morris recovered from his shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted, “Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter alert you?”

Mr. Clinton smiled. “This is no small matter.”

Someone asked, “Who is this person?”

“I don’t know him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford to offend.”

“Doesn’t that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we can’t afford to offend!?!

“Let’s wait and see.”

As everyone discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence you want.”

He gestured for Jamie, who was following behind him, to pass the document to the reporter in front of him.

When the reporters saw the red–stamped brown paper bag, they immediately felt like it was a hot potato.

They looked at each other. No one dared to open it rashly for fear that they would touch some core secret that they should not touch.

guess his identity. For

not act as

about how he had failed to recognize a formidable person and provoked Rachel previously, he

a serious expression. “Miss Grey is not a suspect. She’s a

harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up

were the people present shocked, but even

Bureau, she heard that there

deduce the other party’s forgery technique and process based on the

helped the police solve a smuggling

superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It was simply superb, and no one

the institute praised the

restorer.

a certain amount of arrogance in their nature. However, this group of

imagined countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly man with white hair, a

it

scene were

had completely exceeded their expectations.

an administrative jacket, and there were a

reporters who blew things up, those who should be

excuse me,” one of them said.

a moment and quickly took a

door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help her prove

saw the middle–aged man walking in.

gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

wonder she was so

had another trump card.

watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felt

that Rachel had accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots in his

and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted, “Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter

is

is

judging from his outfit, he’s definitely

is filled with big shots that we can’t afford to offend!?!”

and see.”

softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence

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