The silence in the grand hall was absolute—three thousand of the world's most powerful people frozen in collective shock as Detective Croft advanced on Emily with handcuffs gleaming.
"Wait." Emily's voice cut through the tension, surprisingly steady despite Leo's crying against her shoulder. "What evidence? My father committed suicide three years ago in prison. There was an investigation—"
"That reached convenient conclusions." Croft pulled a tablet from his jacket, swiping to display documents that projected onto the hall's massive screens. "But new evidence has emerged. Evidence that suggests William Chen's death wasn't suicide. That it was murder. And that you—" His finger pointed at Emily with theatrical precision. "Along with your husband, orchestrated it."
