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The live surveillance footage!
Not only was he monitoring me in the apartment, but he even… kept my images in his office!
A more insane and chilling thought suddenly pierced through my mind.
What if… what if the surveillance in his office wasn’t just live?
What if he had stored past recordings?
Ten years ago… that altered admission letter…
Lu Chen Zhou, how many secrets are you hiding?!
I sprang up from the ground and rushed to the door.
My fingers trembled with excitement and fear, struggling several times to insert the key into the lock.
I have to get to his office!
Now! Immediately! Right away!
While the live-stream incident was still fresh, while he might still be dealing with the mess online, while he hadn’t had time to destroy everything!
I need to find evidence!
Find the irrefutable proof of his meticulous schemes to ruin my life!
The night was deep, and the cold wind cut against my face like a knife.
I tightened my thin coat around me and nearly ran toward the parking lot.
My mind was blank, with only one thought screaming wildly: go to the top floor of Lu Group, to that space that symbolized power and control, Lu Chen Zhou’s exclusive domain!
The car sped down the empty midnight streets.
The city’s neon lights blurred into strange patches of color as they rushed past my eyes.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white.
That familiar cedar scent belonging to Lu Chen Zhou seemed to linger at my nose, bringing with it a nauseating sense of oppression.
The Lu Group building loomed like a silent giant in the night.
In the dead of night, apart from the security guard on duty, the building was deserted.
With a decade's worth of understanding of Lu Chen Zhou's habits and his infuriatingly arrogant tendency to never change his password, I easily bypassed the security system and took the executive elevator straight to the top floor.
The elevator doors slid open silently.
A wide, cold corridor greeted me, echoing only with the sound of my footsteps.
I approached the familiar, heavy oak door.
Fingerprint unlock.
"Beep—"
The door opened.
A wave of rich, unyielding cedar scent enveloped me.
And a hint of… that subtle gardenia perfume that Su Qing often wore.
My heart tightened suddenly.
The office was dim, lit only by the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I didn’t turn on the lights; instead, I moved directly toward the wall, guided by the faint glow.
Sure enough!
It was exactly as I had seen in the live stream!
The wall was plastered with countless photos of me!
In various angles and states!
Eating, daydreaming, sleeping, and even… crying.
In each one, the scar at the corner of my left eye was distinctly visible.
It felt like a cold, ruthless observation report spanning ten years.
In the bottom right corner of the last photo, a line of text stood out even more clearly—"Day 3782, she still hasn’t smiled."
The icy malice nearly froze me in place.
I forced myself to look away, my gaze sweeping across the massive desk before finally settling on the inconspicuous safe in the corner.
I know the password.
It's Su Qing's birthday.
How ironic.
My fingertips are cold as I input the password.
"Click."
The safe door opens with a sound.
Inside, there are no gold or silver jewels, no confidential documents.
Only a thick stack of design sketches.
The style is delicate and lively, infused with a unique talent.
It's Su Qing's style!
I tremble as I pick up the top sheet.
It’s a design for a necklace, featuring two flowers intertwined, each with a slightly different posture.
Twin Flowers.
In the lower right corner of the design, in the remarks section, a line of elegant handwriting pierces my heart like a poisoned dagger!
"For my sister Xiao Yan, the Twin Flowers series. May she find herself again."
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