Dai Shiya's eyes were fixed on the box in the corner. It was quietly there, inconspicuous, as if it was out of tune with the chaos around it.
She walked over quickly, squatted down, and carefully opened the box.
There was nothing inside, only a thin layer of dust.
Dai Shiya frowned slightly, and her fingertips gently brushed the bottom of the box. A strange touch made her heart tremble - the dust at the bottom of the box was much thinner than other places, as if it had been moved recently.
"They destroyed the documents, but only left this empty box," Dai Shiya muttered to herself, her eyes flashing with wisdom, "This is too abnormal."
The mysterious husband walked to her side, his deep eyes fell on the empty box, "Perhaps, this is just a decoy to divert our attention."
"No," Dai Shiya shook her head, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I think this is the clue they left behind." She stood up, her eyes deep, the silent atmosphere around her was full of unknown dangers, and a mysterious tension was spreading.
"They want us to think they destroyed everything and let down our guard, but actually..."
Dai Shiya did not continue, but turned to the other side of the room, her eyes scanning the decorative paintings on the wall.
Her fingers tapped the wall lightly, making a crisp sound.
Suddenly, she stopped, and her fingertips fell on one of the paintings.
"Here," Dai Shiya's voice was a little excited, "I found it."
At the same time, the old enemy and the new forces seemed to have guessed Dai Shiya's actions, and they began to spread rumors within the family that Dai Shiya's investigation was ineffective.
The family members originally had high hopes for Dai Shiya, but now they began to waver, and their suspicious eyes were cast on her again.
The depressing atmosphere once again enveloped the family, and Dai Shiya faced huge pressure from public opinion.
"Dai Shiya, do you have anything else to say?" A family elder questioned, with obvious doubt in his tone.
Dai Shiya was not in a hurry to clarify as usual. Instead, she waved her hand lightly, with a hint of laziness in her tone: "Investigation? Forget it, it's too tiring. I think it's more important to enjoy life." She even asked the servants to prepare afternoon tea and snacks, and leisurely basked in the sun in the garden, holding a fashion magazine in her hand, as if she had completely given up the investigation.
This sudden change made the family members look at each other in bewilderment, and the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.
Whispers came one after another, and doubts, confusion, and doubts spread among the crowd.
Even the representatives of the "hostile forces" who had been staring at Dai Shiya began to relax their vigilance, with a contemptuous smile on their faces, as if mocking her incompetence and weakness.
In the garden, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves on Dai Shiya, warm.
Her fingers that were flipping the magazine paused slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up with an imperceptible arc.
The warmth of the sun penetrated the thin magazine paper, and she could almost feel the subtle texture of the paper fibers.
The sound of birds chirping in the distance was melodious and crisp, interweaving with the gurgling sound of the fountain nearby, forming a soothing pastoral symphony.
Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious, but beneath this calm surface, an undercurrent was surging.
Just as everyone relaxed their vigilance, Dai Shiya quietly put a miniature earphone into her ear.
Wei Qing's clear voice came from the earphone: "The target has been locked and further tracking is underway." Dai Shiya said "hmm" softly, and her fingertips gently tapped the cover of the magazine, making a slight "click" sound, as if beating the drum of victory. A trace
of excitement spread from her fingertips throughout her body, making her feel a sense of excitement of being in control of everything.
In the tense atmosphere, a glimmer of hope began to emerge.
The originally suspicious eyes gradually turned into trust and expectation, and the family members began to rekindle their confidence in Dai Shiya.
"Madam, your friend Miss Wei is here." The servant's voice broke the tranquility of the garden.
Dai Shiya put down the magazine, stood up, and elegantly adjusted the hem of her skirt.
Wei Qing walked over quickly and whispered a few words in her ear.
Dai Shiya's face changed slightly.
"Very good," she said in a cold tone, and every word seemed to be wrapped in ice. "I know what to do." Dai Shiya walked straight towards the suspicious people. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was crisp and powerful, and every step seemed to step on their hearts.
"Hey guys," she stopped, her eyes were like torches, and her tone was cold, "We meet again."
The faces of the suspicious people changed slightly, their eyes flickered, but they pretended to be calm.
"Miss Dai, what do you mean? We don't understand." One of them spoke in a calm tone, with a tremor in his tone.
"Don't understand?" Dai Shiya chuckled, and her laughter was full of sarcasm, "Then I'll help you recall it." She took out a stack of photos from the folder and threw them on the table.
"These photos, I think you should be very familiar with them?"
The photos showed the scene of their secret meeting with members of the new forces of their old enemies.
Under the dim light, although their faces were blurred, their figures and some unique clothing details were exposed.
The air seemed to freeze, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the tense atmosphere escalated instantly, full of gunpowder.
"This... this is all fake!" One of them said with a trembling voice, trying to make a final struggle.
"Fake?" Dai Shiya raised her eyebrows and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She took out a micro recorder from her pocket and pressed the play button.
The recorder came with their conspiracy with the members of the old enemy's new forces. Every word was clearly identifiable, hitting their hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Now, what else do you have to say?" Dai Shiya's eyes were sharp and her tone was cold, like a goddess of judgment.
Several people looked ashen and speechless.
They originally thought that the plan was flawless, but they didn't expect that Dai Shiya had already seen through everything.
They underestimated her wisdom and determination, and finally suffered the consequences.
The originally oppressive atmosphere was broken, and whispers were heard around, and admiring eyes were cast on Dai Shiya.
"I have one last question," Dai Shiya's voice was low and powerful, as if it had some kind of magic that made people irresistible, "Who is the mastermind behind you?"
One of them raised his head,
the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Dai Shiya's mysterious husband walked in with steady steps.
He was dressed in a black suit, with an upright figure, like a god descending from heaven, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
He walked straight to Dai Shiya, gently held her hand, and gave her a firm look.
A warm force passed from his palm to her whole body, dispelling all the anxiety and fatigue in her heart.
Dai Shiya felt that his palm was dry and warm, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.
She held his hand in reverse, interlocking her fingers, as if she had found support.
The atmosphere in the room changed subtly.
In the originally tense atmosphere of confrontation, a hint of warmth permeated.
Dai Shiya felt her husband's firm support and strengthened her position. She turned her head to look at the suspicious people, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"It seems that your plan will fail."
At this moment, Dai Shiya's mobile phone vibrated.
She took out her mobile phone and took a look, and her face became solemn instantly.
An urgent message came into view: the overseas branch of the family suffered serious losses, and the project leader was missing.
Dai Shiya's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
She realized that this was another trick of the enemy to divert her attention and prevent her from continuing to track down the traitor.
"What's wrong?" The mysterious husband noticed her abnormality and asked with concern, his voice low and magnetic.
Dai Shiya took a deep breath, handed the phone to him, and said in a heavy tone: "It seems that we have more difficult things to deal with."
The mysterious husband quickly browsed the message and frowned, "I know." He held Dai Shiya's hand tightly and said firmly, "Let's go together."
Dai Shiya nodded.
With her husband by her side, she had the confidence to overcome all difficulties and protect the interests of the family.
She turned to look at the pale suspicious people and said in a cold tone: "Our conversation is not over yet..." Suddenly, a rapid phone ring rang, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the conference room.
Dai Shiya glanced at the caller ID, her face changed slightly, and she answered the phone.
"Boss Dai, it's bad! Something happened..." An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.