Meng Zihan was extremely conflicted and reluctant to give up the 30,000 yuan.

If she gives away this money, she will be penniless and will have to live a hard life for a while.

But when she thought about the valuable information she had obtained, which might save her from imprisonment, she felt it was all worth it!

Meng Zihan put on an expression of extreme pain, struggled for a long time, and then seemed to have made a huge decision.

"Okay! Thirty thousand it is! But I really don't have that much. I can only give you twenty thousand first. Give me three days, and I'll definitely get the remaining ten thousand for you!"

“Sure.” Brother Mai didn’t make things difficult for her, but readily nodded. “But you know the rules: you get what you pay for. Give me 20,000, and I’ll give you 20,000 worth of information.”

Meng Zihan had no choice but to agree: "I'll go get the money right now, wait for me."

She grabbed her bag, ran downstairs, found an ATM on the street corner, inserted her card, entered her PIN, and withdrew money several times before finally collecting 20,000 yuan in cash.

Clutching a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars in her hand, about to slip it into someone else's bag, Meng Zihan felt a pang of heartache.

But there's nothing I can do, no matter how much it hurts.

"Linda! As long as I get the evidence that you framed me, I will never let you go! If I don't send you to jail, I'm not a Meng!"

Meng Zihan angrily stuffed the money into her bag, gritted her teeth and uttered some harsh words before returning to the office and handing the money over to Brother Mai.

Without any hesitation, Mike picked up the money and, in front of her, ran it through the banknotes with a money counter. After confirming that everything was correct, he pulled out a few pieces of paper and some photos from the brown paper bag.

"This Linda is no ordinary person."

Mai pushed the documents in front of Meng Zihan and explained them to her.

"She's no ordinary executive. I checked, she's been in the industry for over ten years, a seasoned professional manager. She's managed three companies in total, and each one has thrived under her leadership, seemingly on the rise."

Meng Zihan was stunned when she heard this.

This woman is quite impressive.

“However,” McGonagall changed the subject, smiling meaningfully, “within six months of her departure, all three companies were found to have large amounts of illegal funds involved—in other words, money laundering. The companies quickly went bankrupt, and the owners were all arrested and imprisoned for economic crimes.”

A fine layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Meng Zihan's back.

Isn't this exactly the same situation I'm in now?

Am I her fourth target?

"Then... what about her?" Meng Zihan's voice trembled.

"Her?" Mycroft scoffed. "She always manages to stay clean, resigning and leaving precisely before anything gets exposed, washing her hands of the matter cleanly, without a trace. Don't you think this woman is a beautiful snake?"

recidivist!

This Linda is actually a highly skilled repeat offender!

If Ye Linchen hadn't accidentally revealed the truth to provoke her, she would still be kept in the dark, happily helping others count money every day!

Will I end up like those unlucky bosses, getting sent to prison without even realizing it?

Meng Zihan became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and her face turned pale.

Looking at her pale face, Mycroft threw out another piece of information.

"This woman is a single mother with a five-year-old son whom she adores. She spends almost all her earnings on her son. Here's the address of her son's kindergarten, and these are some photos I took."

He pushed several photos over.

In the photo, Linda is holding the hand of a chubby little boy, her face beaming with a genuine, gentle smile that Meng Zihan has never seen before.

Before Meng Zihan could take a closer look, Brother Mai put the remaining documents back into the brown paper bag.

"Alright, that's all for the news about the 20,000 yuan."

"Hey!" Meng Zihan exclaimed anxiously, "What about that bank account? We haven't said whose account it is!"

“Miss Meng,” Brother Mai shrugged, “once the remaining ten thousand yuan arrives, I will naturally tell you the most important news. I, Brother Mai, am honest and trustworthy in everything I do.”

Meng Zihan was so angry she almost overturned the table.

This guy, Mike, is a money-grubbing vampire!

Unfortunately, Mycroft didn't care about her opinion and stuck to one point: no money, no access to the later information.

Getting stuck halfway through the investigation is more painful than not knowing the truth at all.

Having no other choice, Meng Zihan could only say, "Okay, I'll go raise the money now, and I'll come find you tomorrow."

Meng Zihan withdrew another 10,000 yuan, and the next morning, she delivered the money with a dark expression.

After counting the money, Brother Mai took out all the remaining documents.

"This is Linda's current address, and her daily routine is basically a straight line between her company, home, and kindergarten..."

"Who wants to listen to this nonsense!" Meng Zihan interrupted him impatiently. "None of that matters! I'm just asking you, whose bank account is that!"

"Don't be in such a hurry, Miss Meng." Brother Mai wasn't angry at her yelling at him, but said with difficulty, "The account you gave me is not easy to check. I had someone check it, and it's just a transit account. Once the money goes in, it's quickly transferred out in different places. There's no way to find out the account holder's information."

Meng Zihan's face darkened instantly, and she was about to get angry when she heard Mai Ge change the subject.

“However, since I dared to take your 30,000 yuan, I definitely found out the truth.” He raised his chin smugly. “I used some special connections and traced the money back up the line every month. I found that the money was transferred back and forth between more than a dozen overseas accounts, going through a long and complicated process, and finally, it all ended up in one person’s account.”

"This person is Zhang Qingxiang, one of the directors of Runfeng Group."

“And what’s even more interesting,” McGonagall dropped another bombshell, “I also checked, and the upscale apartment Linda lives in now, and the Mercedes sports car she drives, are all properties under this Mr. Zhang Qingxiang’s name. Although I didn’t find any evidence of the two meeting in private, I’m certain that their relationship is anything but simple!”

Zhang Qingxiang...

Director Zhang?!

Meng Zihan felt dizzy and cold sweat poured down her body.

Director Zhang, who was kind and generous to her and doted on her like a kind elder.

The Director Zhang who handed the company over to her and told her to learn how to manage the business?

It was him!

He's the one behind Linda!

So everything she has now—this company, this seemingly glamorous job—is all a trap that was designed long ago?

Meng Zihan couldn't believe it.

She looked up, her lips trembling, and asked, "You... is everything you found... true? Is there absolutely nothing fake about it?"