The morning after the assassination attempt, the sunlight, as if filtered through a fine sieve, cast mottled patterns of light and shadow through the gaps in the window onto Lin Yu's weary yet resolute face. Although his physical wounds still throbbed with a dull ache that accompanied his every movement, the conviction in his heart burned like a roaring fire, growing fiercer by the moment. He knew well that unless he could find conclusive evidence to prove his innocence, similar crises would haunt him like a shadow, not only completely destroying his career but potentially exposing him to even more unknown dangers.
Lin Yu sat at his desk, a stack of work-related documents spread out before him, their corners slightly curled from frequent handling. His bloodshot eyes scanned them back and forth as his mind raced at top speed, refusing to let a single detail slip by. His thoughts drifted back to the day the documents were leaked. That day, he had been as busy as usual juggling multiple projects, spending the entire morning since arriving at the office in the conference room discussing proposals with his team. The whiteboard still bore the thoughts from their heated discussions at the time, covered densely with writing. Afterward, he rushed relentlessly to handle other urgent matters, not even having a moment to grab a drink of water. He clearly remembered that he had not once gone near the area where the confidential documents were stored all day, let alone touched the documen…
Chapter 69