Mrs. Qin's third wife widened her eyes after hearing the news, but she still couldn't believe it.
She couldn't trust Zuri.
Zuri turned off the recording and looked at her. "This man is a gigolo Dalia has been secretly supporting. He sold the information to me. I've also investigated the driver. Before the incident, his family suddenly received an extra 300,000 yuan. Here is the transaction record, and the timing was exactly a week before the accident."
Zuri handed the copy of the record to her. Despite her reluctance to believe it, Mrs. Qin's third wife began to waver upon seeing the transaction history.
"Why would she do such a thing? That's her own brother."
"Because your husband had something that made her extremely uneasy. If I'm not mistaken, your husband probably demanded a lot of money from Dalia before, right?"
Mrs. Qin's third wife didn't answer, but she knew in her heart that this was true.
"Do you think Dalia is the generous type? Would she willingly give you so much money? Didn't you ever wonder why?"
Faced with Zuri's relentless questioning, Mrs. Qin's third wife's convictions crumbled.
In fact, when her husband brought the money home, she thought it was out of guilt that Dalia had compensated them. Now it seemed far more complicated than she had imagined.
Mrs. Qin's third wife wasn't foolish; she started to sense something. "You came here today for that thing, didn't you?"
"Yes," Zuri admitted frankly.
"You're likely to be disappointed. My husband never told me anything; I don't even know that such a thing exists," Mrs. Qin's third wife said coldly.
"If you did know, you probably wouldn't be safe right now. She dared to kill her own brother. Do you think she'd spare you, her sister-in-law?" Zuri half guessed, half threatened.
Mrs. Qin's third wife laughed indifferently. "Living like this doesn't mean much to me anymore. My husband is dead, and my son is in jail. Living is just a burden."
"You can't save your son, but you can seek justice for your husband. Do you want to see him die in vain while the murderer enjoys freedom? The Lin family has fallen, but Dalia is still the eldest daughter of the Qin family, still living in luxury. Look at yourself. You used to be the highly respected third wife of the Qin family. Don't you think the Qin family owes you an explanation?"
Zuri's words gradually sparked jealousy and hatred in Mrs. Qin's third wife. Her once murky eyes now burned with intense hatred.
"You're right. If I'm suffering, why should she live comfortably?"
Zuri's lips curved slightly. That's the spirit.
Mrs. Qin's third wife looked at her coldly. "She's no good, and neither are you. You were the one involved in illegal fundraising, the so-called little stock god, yet you pinned the crime on my son."
"Mrs. Qin, I'm sure Damian has said this to you, and to the police as well. But the police didn't touch me, not even questioning me, which proves I had nothing to do with that incident. If I were involved, do you think the police would let me go?"
"I understand why Damian said what he did back then. You're a smart woman, Mrs. Qin. Deep down, you know the truth but can't accept it, so you blame others. If that brings you comfort, I don't mind."
Mrs. Qin's third wife was rendered speechless by her retort.
"I could have waited until you left this house or arranged for someone to lure you away. I could have come here openly. But I chose to visit you directly. Do you know why?"
Mrs. Qin's third wife didn't respond.
Zuri continued, "The righteous have nothing to fear. That's where my confidence comes from. From our previous meetings, I can tell you're someone who knows right from wrong."
"Go ahead and search. If you can find it, it's yours."
Mrs. Qin's third wife was convinced.
"Thank you," Zuri said sincerely.
She held a grudge against Damian, but not his parents. Her hatred was always directed solely at her enemies.
Debt should be repaid to the rightful person, after all!
Zuri began searching, but the small house was cluttered with all sorts of miscellaneous items, making it impossible to start. No wonder Graham had come by several times without any results.
After an hour of searching, she made no progress. Mrs. Qin's third wife watched from the side, seemingly uninterested in the item containing the secret.
As Zuri looked around the barely touched house, she had a sudden realization. Had Mrs. Qin's third wife intentionally turned the house into this state?
This isn't working. The house is too cluttered with things, many unopened boxes. It could take all day and still not find everything.
Zuri wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled out her phone. "Is this the housekeeping company? I need seven or eight people to help me organize a house. Yes, seven or eight. I need them right now. The price is not an issue. I'll give you my address: Jinghua Road... the sooner, the better."
After hanging up, Zuri didn't continue searching but sat down to wait.
Sure enough, the housekeeping service arrived quickly. Eight cleaning ladies were shocked by the sheer number of items piled up in the house.
The house was just over 80 square meters, but with so much clutter, it looked like it was only about ten square meters, cramped, stuffy, and unpleasant smelling.
"Sort everything by category, and if you find a wooden box or anything that looks well-preserved, let me know immediately."
"Understood." The eight cleaning ladies replied in unison.
The efficiency of the cleaning team was impressive, and the sorting progressed rapidly. Zuri checked each item being thrown out to ensure nothing important was missed.
From the high midday sun to the evening's glow, after an entire afternoon, the house was completely transformed. But there was no sign of any wooden box or anything else of value; instead, they found a few pieces of Mrs. Qin's lost jewelry.
The cleaning ladies left, and Zuri sat in the now clean and bright house, turning to look at Mrs. Qin's third wife.
"Mrs. Qin, are you sure you don't know where your husband hid the item?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't need you to tell me how he died," Mrs. Qin's third wife replied expressionlessly.
That remark left Zuri speechless.
"I've let you search, and you found nothing. Perhaps it was never here. Maybe you all have been looking in the wrong place."
The wrong place?!
Could it be that he left it at their old villa?
No, impossible!
Such an important thing, how could he not take it with him? Wasn't he afraid the new owner would casually throw it away?
It must still be in this house; it's just hidden somewhere they haven't discovered yet.
Zuri's gaze swept back and forth around the room. Where could a wooden box be hidden that no one would notice?