It was only then that John finally grasped Sharon's true intention. She had brought him here to confuse the witnesses.
The three women swept their eyes across the men in the room before settling on Thomas.
"It was him."
Sharon asked, "Do you know his name?"
The female CEO replied, "He told me his name was Oliver."
The heiress said, "He told me he was Prescott."
The socialite added, "He said he was Tyler."
Three different names. Exactly the hallmark of a conman.
Sharon's voice remained calm.
"Since you claim to have been involved with him, you should have photos or videos of him on your phones, don't you?"
The three women handed over their phones without hesitation.
With today's advanced editing technology, a doctored photo could look indistinguishable from reality—too perfect to judge by sight alone.
Sharon pressed on.
"Could you recount the details of your relationship—time, place, and how it unfolded."
Online, their accusations had been vague. Now, they would have to be precise.
The female CEO, as if by reflex, flicked a glance at Carter before clearing her throat and beginning her account.
Her story matched what had been posted online, but she added countless new details. The logic was seamless, without a single gap to exploit.

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