"What are you looking for?" he asked quietly, his fingers flipping through folders with quick precision. "So I can assist you in finding it."
Shuyin paused, her hands resting on a stack of financial reports.
"I don't know," she admitted.
Lu Yuze glanced at her, one eyebrow raised.
"I don't know what I'm looking for," Shuyin repeated, her voice steady despite the admission. "But I'll know it when I see it."
Evidence. Proof. Something that would unravel them.
The original Shuyin's office had been built on innovative designs, patents for manufacturing processes that had revolutionized their industry. When she'd been imprisoned, those patents had been transferred to Lin Feng. Legally, on paper.
But Shuyin suspected the legality was a facade.
Somewhere in this office, there had to be proof. Documents that showed the theft. Contracts signed under duress. Transfers were made while she was incarcerated and unable to defend herself.
