Wen Zhao’s fingers tapped impatiently on the tabletop, breaking the prolonged silence. “Did you invite me here just for a drink, Dr. Su?” Su Xiaohui pressed her lips together. “Will what I say remain confidential?” She had no idea where her husband had gotten that money, and if it was embezzled, would telling someone be betraying him? “Client confidentiality is the foundation of my profession,” Wen Zhao stated, his voice perfectly level. Su Xiaohui took a moment to compose herself, then, steeling her nerves, she recounted the recent events. Wen Zhao leaned back in his chair, holding up his fingers as he spoke. “So, your questions boil down to two points.” “First, where did your husband get this money.” “And second, is your best friend in on it with him?” Su Xiaohui nodded. “Yes.” The moment she saw that deposit slip, she knew she couldn’t go to Zhang Qiu anymore. Zhang Qiu had claimed the previous one-million withdrawal slip was fake, but there was no way this deposit slip was fake, too. She didn’t know if Zhang Qiu was aware of this, but if she was, why would she lie? Wen Zhao studied her for a moment, his expression cold. “I’ll need time to investigate the first question, so I can’t give you an answer right now.” “But the second one… I don’t think you need an investigation to figure that out.” “Your friend is definitely in on it. She works in the banking system; pulling someone’s transaction history would be easy for her.” “As for why she’d lie to you… I think you already know the answer to that.” Su Xiaohui bit her lower lip, saying nothing. She wasn’t a fool; she understood exactly what he was implying. Ever since she’d seen that fifteen-million deposit slip, she couldn't stop wondering what role Zhang Qiu played in all of this. She avoided his gaze, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. After a long pause, she finally spoke. “I know what you’re suggesting, but I don’t believe they would betray me like that.” “My husband is so good to me, and so is my best friend. We grew up together, all these years of friendship…” Her voice trailed off as Wen Zhao cut her off with a sneer. “I thought the whole ‘best friend sleeping with the husband’ plot was a cliché so tired even trashy soap operas have moved on. Hell, the lady sweeping the streets knows how that story ends.” “Besides, Dr. Su, you’re thirty, not thirteen. You can’t possibly still believe in ‘true love,’ can you?” Already on edge, Su Xiaohui’s face darkened at his taunts. “Wen Zhao! Let’s get something straight. I’m your client. I hired you to solve my problems, not to mock me.” Wen Zhao offered a completely insincere apology. “My apologies, Dr. Su. I genuinely didn’t realize you were so naive.” “Get out! You’re fired!” Su Xiaohui snapped. She knew hiring him had been a mistake. Wen Zhao stood, but instead of leaving, he smirked. “Since you refuse to believe it, how about we make a bet?” “Let’s bet on whether there’s something going on between your husband and your best friend.” Su Xiaohui didn’t respond. Wen Zhao scoffed. “What’s wrong? Scared to take the bet? Seems like deep down, you don’t trust them as much as you claim.” His words struck a nerve. Su Xiaohui shot to her feet. “Fine. You’re on.” A brow arched on Wen Zhao’s face. “Alright. Since we have a bet, let’s set the stakes.” “If you win, my services are free. I won’t charge you a dime.” “But if you lose, you’ll pay me triple my usual rate.” “And just so you know,” he added, “I’m not cheap. I bill by the hour, starting at ten thousand.” Su Xiaohui was speechless. Ten thousand an hour? Was this a shakedown? In the end, Su Xiaohui agreed to the bet. Because if she lost, the money wouldn't matter anymore. Her entire world would have already collapsed. Seeing her actually agree, Wen Zhao gave her a look one might reserve for a complete fool. “Then I suggest you get the money ready, Dr. Su. You’ve already lost.” “I’m leaving now. You’ll have your answer the day after tomorrow, at the latest.” With that, Wen Zhao gave a dismissive wave and walked out, leaving nothing but the sight of his retreating back.