Old Master Su's face did not betray a single shred of belief as he stared down at the trembling maid. His weathered features remained as rigid as carved granite, completely unmoving under the dim light of the corridor.
He knew Chen Ying's calculating nature, her sharp intellect, and her absolute lack of vulnerability. A girl who could destroy a global corporate legal matrix in less than forty-eight hours did not simply slip away into a dark corner to commit a reckless, short-sighted indiscretion. .
However, as the patriarch of the Su family, maintaining the absolute structural integrity of the ancestral grounds was not a matter of personal opinion—it was an unyielding protocol that had to be upheld before the eyes of the entire lineage. If a formal accusation was leveled within these stone walls, it had to be thoroughly investigated and struck down with finality.
"Lead the way," the old master commanded.
