Chapter 9 — 47 Days of Betrayal, I Turned the Game Over

“Where was that session?”

“A Japanese restaurant, apparently named An Tuyen.”

“Do you remember what that person looked like?”

"Approximately forty years old, not tall, wearing a rather large gold necklace."

“Okay, I will have someone look up that day's invoice and see if it can be compared.”

“Lawyer Tran, if they really colluded…”

"If the third party is no longer a bona fide party, the transaction will be declared invalid, and that person may even be prosecuted for criminal liability."

“We must investigate, we must investigate clearly.”

“I will.”

Hang up and the phone vibrates again. Tieu Liu called.

“Miss To, the Hai Duong Loan project has a problem.”

“What's the problem?”

"Han Chinh suddenly added a request, he wanted more art space in the main block, he had to adjust the structure. He said he only trusted me to do this part."

“Send the documents over, I'll give you the plan tonight.”

“But I'm in Vancouver, time difference…”

I hung up, opened my laptop, waited for the file and reopened Chu Uyen's social network account. She posted again. A photo of a Vancouver street, text below: The atmosphere here is so pleasant, every day feels like a vacation. Someone asked in the comments if she had settled down yet, how enviable. She replied: with the right person, everything will be right. I took a screenshot and sent it to lawyer Tran.

“One more piece of evidence.”

On Saturday in Vancouver, the situation took a turn. Mike called.

“Nien An, there is a big discovery.”

“I checked the trust account that Ha Khai Minh mentioned, that account does exist, but the current balance is less than 100,000 Canadian dollars.”

“500 thousand yuan is equivalent to nearly 1,000,000 Canadian dollars… but only 100,000 left?”

"Yes, the money has been transferred, most of it flowing into Ha Khai Minh's personal account and a few companies of unknown origin."

“Is he gutted?”

"The possibility is very high, and I also found out something, the immigration investment application he accepted to work for your husband... was never actually submitted to the immigration agency."

“What do you mean?”

"That means he received 500,000 yuan, but never submitted the application. Currently your husband is in Canada on a tourist visa."

Tourist visa. In other words, Lam Tri Vien was both chased by me and severely deceived by his own "good brother". I don't know whether to gloat or laugh.

“Mike, is this information sure?”

"Certainly, I have a source to directly check the documents submitted to the immigration agency. There are no applications under the name Lam Tri Vien."

“What about Chu Uyen?”

"No, all three people, Lam Tri Vien, Chu Uyen and Lam Quoc Dong, all entered the country with tourist visas, valid for six months. Overstaying is illegal stay."

“When did they come in?”

“Eighteen days ago, that's less than five months.”

“What if the deadline expires and you don't leave?”

"You will be deported, the Canadian side controls it very tightly."

I closed my eyes. This is the "new life" that Lam Tri Vien has calculated. Sold his wife's house, took his lover and father and ran abroad. As a result, he was cheated out of 500,000 yuan by his "best friend", leaving him with nothing as an immigrant. He calculated me, but in the end he was calculated back by others.

“Mike, keep this a secret, don't let Lam Tri Vien know that Ha Khai Minh lied to him.”

“I want to let him find out for himself.”

That night, I did something. I used an anonymous email and sent Lam Tri Vien a single sentence.

“Ask Ha Khai Minh to see my immigration records Have you submitted it yet?

No signature, no trace left. After sending, I turned off the computer and continued to draw an adjustment plan for Hai Duong Loan. By two o'clock in the morning, the drawing was completed. I sent it to Tieu Luu, with a line: forward to Han Chinh for confirmation. Then lie down. Close your eyes. Tieu Hoa's face appeared in his mind. The baby is crying. I turned around and buried my face in the pillow. There are times when no matter how strong you are, you can't stand it. But as long as it's morning... It's morning, let's continue fighting. The next morning at eight o'clock, Mike sent a text message.

“Nien An, your email worked.”

“What?”

"This morning your husband left home, drove straight to Ha Khai Minh's office, stayed there for more than an hour and a half, when he came out he looked very unsightly, then the office locked the door, Ha Khai Minh drove towards the airport."

“Is he going to run?”

“Maybe, I sent someone to follow.”

“What about Lam Tri Vien?”

“Goed home, then didn't go out, there was a loud argument inside.”

“Arguing with whom?”

“Possibly with Chu Uyen.”