Lin Yu sat at his desk, which was piled high with documents. The dim, yellowish light cast deep shadows across his face, accentuating the exhaustion and weariness etched into him by days of relentless rushing. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently at the final, crucial piece of evidence before him: a bank transfer record clearly showing a massive sum of money flowing from a competitor's account into the private account of his colleague, Zhao Yang, at a critical juncture.
"Finally found it!" Lin Yu's voice carried an uncontainable mix of excitement and the relief that follows sheer exhaustion. Lately, he had felt as though he were walking through a patch of thorns, every single step fraught with hardship and danger. Ever since he was framed by Zhao Yang and his career hit rock bottom, he had embarked on this arduous path to clear his own name. He had hurried everywhere, leaving no potential clue unturned—from tracking Zhao Yang's daily movements and identifying the people he frequently met to examining various transaction records. Every single detail had been scrutinized over and over again.
He recalled the death threats he had received during the investigation when corrupt forces caught wind of what he was doing. The cold, vicious words in those anonymous texts and phone calls still made his heart race when he thought about them. Yet, he had not been cowed; instead, his determination to unearth the truth had only grown stronger. He knew deep down that only by find…
Chapter 73