"Have you found the benefactor who helped us get that key evidence?"
"Not yet." Lin Haoyang rubbed his aching temples, his face etched with frustration. "Her identity was fake, her name was fake... her contact info, work history, even her certifications were all fake. If everyone in that department couldn't vouch for her—that for those few days, someone was really clocking in and out and working alongside them—I'd start to wonder if she even existed at all!"
"What the hell is HR doing?" Lin Jiancheng's expression darkened. "Don't they verify this information before hiring someone?"
"You can't really blame HR. I checked before I came over. They had meticulously verified all her information before she was hired, and everything checked out."
"Everything checked out?" Lin Jiancheng's brow furrowed, but as he calmed down and thought it over, it started to make sense.
