Chapter 10 — 47 Days of Betrayal, I Turned the Game Over

I put down the phone and laughed coldly. Lam Tri Vien, he thought he had it all figured out, but in the end, someone else played a more painful game. You took more than 3,000,000 yuan from me, but 5,000,000 yuan was swallowed by the person you trusted. I don't have immigration papers, and I can't get the money back. In a foreign land, being chased and tricked, even family members started arguing. That is his "new beginning". Two hours later, Mike texted again.

"Ha Khai Minh actually went to the airport, but didn't fly, just circled around and then turned back, it seemed like he wanted to escape but wasn't ready yet."

"Continue to follow him. If he really runs away, Lam Tri Vien will lose his support."

"Understood, in addition, the argument at home lasted for quite a long time, Chu Uyen went out to smoke, her emotions were very agitated."

"Smoke?"

I laughed softly. After nine years of being with me, Lam Tri Vien hates the smell of cigarettes the most, and when he meets someone who smokes, he stays away. Now his woman stands at the door smoking. I wonder how he feels. While Mike continued to monitor, lawyer Tran also made progress.

"Miss To, we have clearly investigated the buyer's name Trieu."

“How's it going?”

"The buyer's surname is Trieu Vinh Xuong. He is a high school classmate of her husband. The two have known each other since high school."

I took a cold breath.

“Are you in high school?”

"Yes, moreover, we also discovered that out of the 3,200,000 yuan used to buy your house, 1,500,000 yuan was transferred to Trieu Vinh Xuong's account just three days before the transaction, and that money came from an offshore account."

“Who is the owner of that account?”

“Ha Khai Minh.”

I was stunned.

“What did you say?”

"That means, part of the money Trieu Vinh Xuong used to buy her house was actually transferred by Ha Khai Minh. There is a closed money circulation cycle between these three people."

“You mean… they're on the same side?”

"The possibility is very high, this is a very methodical plan, her husband sells her house, the buyer is a high school classmate, the intermediary is a university classmate, the three people coordinate with each other to legalize the cash flow and then divide it between them."

My head is buzzing.

“Lawyer Tran, you once said that if the buyer and seller collude, they are no longer bona fide third parties…”

"Yes, with this evidence, Trieu Vinh Xuong's 'honest' request will definitely not be accepted by the court, this sale transaction will almost certainly be declared invalid."

“So my house…”

"You will get it back. Not only that, Trieu Vinh Xuong can also be criminally prosecuted as an accomplice. Your husband is playing a very big game, but as long as the connection between the pieces is exposed, the whole chessboard will collapse."

“Is this evidence enough to apply for an arrest warrant?”

"The domestic side can already sign an arrest warrant, and on the Canadian side, I will coordinate with local lawyers to transfer the file to the police."

“Quickly, within a week.”

I can wait. But during that waiting period, the situation changed again. On the morning of the third day, Mike called, his voice urgent.

“Nien An, your husband has moved.”

"At four o'clock in the morning, he drove away, carrying a few suitcases, taking his daughter and Chu Uyen out of the apartment in Richmond."

“Where is his father?”

“If you don't come with me, you'll still stay in the apartment.”

“Where are they going?”

“We lost track of us. At that time, the road was empty. Following too closely was easy to detect. After following for about twenty minutes, Mr. Let's get on Highway 1 heading east and then cut off."

My heart sank. East direction.

“Mike, where does that highway go?”

“A lot of places, Burnaby, Surrey, Abbotsford, beyond can go straight to Calgary.”

“Is he running away?”

"Most likely, knowing that he was wanted and just discovered that he was tricked by Ha Khai Minh, staying in Vancouver was too dangerous, so he wanted to find a remote place to hide."

“Is there any way to locate the car?”

“The car is old and doesn't have a GPS connection, but the history can be checked through the highway toll system.”

“Look it up now.”

I hung up the phone, my hands shaking. He ran again. Bring my daughter... run again. I stood in the middle of the hotel room, looking out the gray sky outside the window, forcing myself to stay calm. First, he cannot leave Canada, his passport has been marked. Second, carrying a seven-year-old child, actions cannot be flexible. Third, without Ha Khai Minh's backing, there is almost no network in Canada. He was cornered.

“Mike, his dad is still at the apartment, right?”

“Is it possible to approach him?”

“You want to get information from him?”

Mike thought for a few seconds.