After seeing off the inspector, Johnny finally felt a wave of triumph wash over him. Watching the inspector''s pale face and shaky walk was deeply satisfying.


    Owen nced at him, then picked up theptop and ced it on his knees. The screen still disyed the document they had been discussing. With a few taps on the touchpad, he reviewed the information from top to bottom.


    Standing behind him, Johnny said, "I''ve got no clue who sent us this data, but man, it was like a godsend."


    "Get a grip," Owen''s voice carried a hint of disdain.


    Johnny cleared his throat, "With the way the news blew up online and the deputy and his croniesing at us, we were caught off guard. But now, with this evidence, we''ve got nothing to fear!"


    Although they were prepared, they didn''t have evidence as detailed as this.


    Owen set down theptop and said to Johnny, "Hand me your phone." Johnny quickly went to his desk and brought his phone back.


    As Owen unlocked the phone, he asked, "You deleted that tweet, right?"


    "Yeah, it''s gone, but not by the cyber unit," Johnny said, rubbing his nose in confusion. "Someone beat them to it, and they couldn''t trace any evidence. They figured it must''ve been a hacker."


    Owen''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    "I bet it was someone from your mentor''s circle who did it," Johnny mumbled.


    Owen replied coolly, "My mentor wouldn''t do such a thing."


    "Uh... If it wasn''t your mentor, then who''s helping us?"


    Owen smirked slightly, "Whoever it is, they may not necessarily be trying to help us."


    Johnny was even more puzzled, "If they''re not helping us, then who are they helping?"


    Owen didn''t answer but instead opened the Twitter app on the phone.


    He saw the barrage of insults and attacks on Mirabe online. A few minutester, his voice grew colder, "You''re going to start a Twitter thread in my name right now, rifying the situation. We owe it to Ms. Mirabe to clear her name."


    "Huh? But didn''t you say the post was already deleted? Do we really need to make a special thread?"


    Johnny had been so preupied with worrying about the deputy''s potential trouble for Owen and knew the tweet was deleted, so he hadn''t paid much attention to the online narrative or the fact that Mirabe''s personal details had been leaked.


    Owen stood up and shot him a nce, "Or what did you think? How else do you think this evidence ended up in my inbox?"


    If the goal was simply to deliver evidence, why choose this moment? And why highlight the rtionship between the Gilbert family and Mirabe?


    Realizing something, Johnny quickly agreed, "I''ll do it right away."


    But after taking just a few steps, he paused, turned around, and asked, "What about the Gilbert Corporation?"


    Already seated at his desk, Owen didn''t look up, "Handle it as it should be handled. Apany that disregards basic principles is a cancer to society."


    "I understand," Johnny nodded in agreement.


    The Gilbert Corporation documents they had uncovered earlier would nowe in handy. Without today''s events, those reports might have been shelved, but now, with Bernardo bringing trouble to their doorstep, they had no one else to me.