Shuyin's gaze shifted to Director Wang. The information came to her not from Lin Shuyin's inherited memories but from somewhere deeper, something instinctive that let her read the guilt written into his posture, his breathing patterns, the micro-expressions that gave everything away to someone who knew how to look.
"Director Wang, the kickback arrangements with our suppliers are extensive enough to constitute organized fraud on a significant scale. You've been accepting payments for years, substantial sums, actually, routing them through your wife's consulting company to make them look legitimate. Very clever on the surface. But financial forensics would unravel that scheme in days, maybe a week at most. And once investigators started looking closely, they'd find the offshore accounts, the property purchases that don't match your reported income, the luxury lifestyle you couldn't possibly afford on your director's salary. It would all fall apart rather spectacularly."
