The crowd, who'd just been watching the scene for fun, immediately grew tense.

Someone suddenly shouted, "Where are you going, David? You're not trying to tip someone off, are you?"

David broke out in a cold sweat as someone grabbed his arm and held him in place.

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm just in a hurry to soothe the clients. Which of you is going to take responsibility if we offend them?"

But the crowd hemmed him in. "We have clients, too! Either we all offend them together, or nobody leaves. You're not going anywhere!"

David turned beet-red with rage, but couldn't blow his over in front of everyone. All he could do was watch in despair as the police entered the cold storage.

"Ms. Thorne, are you the one who called? What's the extent of the losses?" the police officer asked as he approached.

I solemnly replied, "The broken bottles of wine alone are worth ten million dollars, and we still don't know how many bottles were stolen. Officers, please make sure you move fast and catch the thief as soon as possible!"

The officer's expression turned grim at the mention of such a staggering figure. "Don't worry. We'll do everything we can to find them in the shortest time possible.

"Everyone, please step back. We need to process the scene."

A dozen officers sealed off the cold storage and meticulously searched for clues, while I subtly tapped on my phone to reactivate the flash-freeze mode and revoke Tristan's access permissions.

Once that was done, I smiled at the freezer. I was curious to see what he'd do next.

"Holy crap! Scarlett turned the freeze back on! Daisy and Tristan are going to freeze to death from hypothermia!

"She definitely knows they're in there, but she's always been about keeping up appearances. Why would she embarrass him in front of everyone?"

Looking at the comments, I let out a cold laugh.

Tristan was trying to ruin me and strip the Thorne family of everyone. I'd be the idiot if I showed him any mercy now.

After a sweep of the room, the officer frowned. "Based on the initial assessment, the thieves haven't left, and they're hiding in here.

"Judging by the footprints, there are two of them—a man and a woman!"

When the directors heard, they exchanged looks, while the million viewers in the live stream went wild.

"A man and a woman? This doesn't sound like thieves… more like a cheating couple."

"I smell drama. Come on, officers! Drag them out!"

"Since the thieves are hiding in the freezers, please search each of them, officers," I said.

The police officer nodded and began searching through each of the freezers in the cold storage. Meanwhile, the viewership count of the live stream skyrocketed and hit the five-million mark within minutes.

The comments went wild.

"Daisy is unconscious now! She'll die if they don't come out anytime soon!"

"Tristan and Daisy are going to be so humiliated!"

As the search radius narrowed, the comment section turned into a chaotic mess. I kept my eyes on the screen with interest and wondered what Tristan's next move would be.

Suddenly, the comments shifted to shock.

"Damn, Tristan is really something! He figured something out!"

"I can't wait for the comeback! The vicious Scarlett is done for!"

I was slightly confused by the flood of comments.

A comeback? I couldn't think of anything he could do to turn the tables around.

Before I could dwell on it, my phone screen suddenly went black.

When the live stream was abruptly cut off, I immediately realized that Tristan had someone hack the network.

The next second, the freezer door was violently forced open before Tristan's weak voice came from the inside.

"Help…"