Everyone was moring at once, not giving Ste a chance to speak.


    Just then, another group of officers emerged from the station.


    They hesitated for a split second when they saw the scene outside, then, spotting Ste, walked straight over to her.


    "Ms. Cameron," one of them said, "we''ve received new evidence regarding theint against you. At this point, your ounts have been frozen and the auctioned items will be temporarily seized for investigation."


    He paused, then added, "We''ll need you toe with us again and cooperate with our inquiry."


    Jasper, witnessing this, let a triumphant smile curl at the edges of his mouth.


    The police were efficient—almost unbelievably so. They must have verified the new evidence in record time.


    It looked like Ste was going to face a formal interrogation.


    As luck would have it, the timing couldn''t be more perfect.


    With the whole thing being live-streamed, Ste''s ruin would be broadcast to the entire world.


    Online, viewers were glued to their screens, unable to look away.


    "Wow," someonemented, "people were calling this woman a gold-digger earlier, and I joined in. Then the news said she was a phnthropist, and I thought maybe I''d misjudged her. But now-it looks like my first impression was right?"


    "Guess even reporters can drop the ball sometimes," another wrote.


    "Reporting like mad without even verifying the source of the money-this is going to tank thework''s credibility."


    Though it was early morning, the inte was buzzing like it was New Year''s Eve. The twists and turns of this drama were just too gripping.


    Many spectators, delighted by the chaos, were calling friends, coworkers, and rtives, urging them not to miss the spectacle.


    Ste turned to the officers. "Can I have five minutes?" she asked evenly.


    One of them nced around at the crowd and nodded.


    With so many people watching-and news cameras everywhere-Ste wasn''t likely to make a run for it. Besides, the press was eager for a statement.


    If she really was guilty, this might be herst chance to speak for herself. Facing dozens of expectant faces, Ste spoke calmly. "First, the ten billion I donated didn''te from anything illegal. The source ispletely legitimate."


    She pulled out her phone and brought up a photo, showing it to the reporters clustered in front of her. "Here''s the bank transfer record. The entire amount came from my ex-husband''s ount."


    Cameras and phones immediately shed and clicked as reporters snapped photos and recorded video. Ste held her phone steady for several seconds, making sure everyone got a clear shot.


    Then she continued, "You''re probably all wondering who my ex-husband is-who has that kind of money, who could just hand over a fortune like this?"


    She swiped to the next image: a photo of a divorce certificate.


    Name: Ste Cameron.


    Spouse: ...


    Haynes?!


    The crowd blinked in disbelief, some rubbing their eyes as if to make sure they weren''t seeing things.


    Her ex-husband was Haynes? Or was it just someone with the same name?


    But what were the odds of such a coincidence?


    Everyone instinctively turned to look at Haynes.


    He stood silently, his expression unreadable.


    On Ste''s phone, the date of the divorce was clearly visible; the ID numbers had been thoughtfully blurred.


    Ste continued, "Since the police are here, if you don''t believe me, they can verify whether the divorce certificate is real."


    The officers nodded and, without missing a beat, scanned the document. "Ms. Cameron is telling the truth," one of them announced to the crowd.


    The entire ce erupted in shocked murmurs.


    Even the viewers watching online were left stunned.