Chapter 1 — After Firing Me, My Husband Lost the 6 Billion Dollar Project!

Being Fired By My Husband's Lover, I Conveniently Made His 6 Billion Dollar Project Go Up In Smoke! After being fired by the CEO's mistress, I didn't make a fuss or hold back. I just calmly blocked all my colleagues in the company. That afternoon, my husband sent his secretary to look for someone. His voice was cold:

“Where is the 6 billion dollar project being led by my wife?”

The secretary stood in front of him, her face pale. After a moment, he trembled and replied:

“Madam…”

“Was fired by your lover.”

The cold white light in the meeting room shone down on each face, leaving no hidden corner. Today, the one being brought into that light is me. Monday morning, group meeting. The entire leadership team and middle management were present. Lam Nhuoc Khe stood in front of the projection screen, smiling perfectly. At first glance, everyone would think she is a gentle, harmless type of person. Behind her is the sales report for the South China region that I am in charge of. The decreasing numbers are circled in glaring red. Profit this quarter decreased by 14%. She smiled slightly, her voice gentle as if announcing something that was not worth worrying about.

"After evaluating the business results of the Hoa Nam region, the board of directors found that Deputy General Director To Van's performance has continuously declined since taking office. The last quarterly report also directly affected the profits of the entire group."

"Therefore, the board of directors unanimously decided that from today, Ms. To Van will be dismissed from her position as Deputy General Director."

The entire meeting room was quiet. No one was surprised. Or maybe... everyone had been waiting for this scene for a long time. I turned to look at the person sitting in the chair position. Co Canh Tham wore a tailored charcoal gray suit. That suit was made by me and him when I went to the store to choose fabric last year. In his hand is a Pelikan fountain pen. He bowed his head and signed each stroke on the documents in front of him. Each stroke of the pen is slow and decisive. Calmly as if the person who had just been fired was not his wife at all. After signing, he conveniently pushed the document to Secretary Trieu. From beginning to end... He never raised his head to look at me once. Five years of marriage. In return, it's still not worth a glance. Lam Nhuoc Khe continued to speak.

"To Van, from today on all your work will be taken over by me. Today, you complete all handover procedures."

I raised my eyes to look at her. Thirty-three years old. The face is meticulously cared for. The thin-rimmed glasses made her look even more intellectual. Every time he speaks, he tilts his head slightly, creating a very natural gentle feeling. Marketing Director of the group. Co Canh Tham's college friend. Three years ago, he personally invited him back with a high salary. There has never been a shortage of rumors about the two of them in the company. Before... I never believed it. I only believe in the truth. But today the truth is unfolding right before our eyes. My husband let the other woman stand in the middle of the meeting room. In front of more than thirty senior leaders. Personally announced my dismissal. The atmosphere in the meeting room was terrifyingly quiet. Someone bowed their head and pretended to look at their phone. Some people take notes attentively. There were also people secretly observing me with eyes that were both pitiful and curious. Old Tien, Regional Director of Hoa Nam, his lips moved a few times and then stopped. The first student I personally led. Year Last year, he asked me to help him win the year-end award. Now I just stared down at the table, as if the wood grain was worth studying more than me. I didn't say a word. Not out of resignation. Any explanation at this time is meaningless. Co Canh Tham is the sole heir of the Co Thi group. From the day he took over the company from his father... I understood. Do not have the last name To. The day I married him, everyone said I wanted power and wanted to enter the wealthy family. It took me five years. From an ordinary planning officer, he rose to the position of Deputy General. Single-handedly quadrupled revenue in Hoa Nam area. But in the eyes of many people... I'm still just someone who relies on my husband. If everyone thinks I am where I am today, it's because of Co Canh Tham. So now... Even that last support is gone. After the meeting, I went back to the office to pack my things. The door just opened. Tieu Duong was standing inside. The girl quietly helped me put each personal item into the carton. Red eyes.

“President To... Secretary Trieu told me to come help you.”

I shook my head.

“No need, I can do it myself.”

Tieu Duong hesitated for a long time before whispering:

“President Su... I have also been transferred to the Administration Department.”

"I know."

“Go back to work.”

The girl bit her lip and quietly left. The door closed. In the large room, I was alone. Two years ago. I personally chose this office. Glass door close to the ground. Standing here, you can see the entire horizon along the river. The calligraphy on the wall was a gift from Co Canh Tham's father.

"Hau Duc Loads Things."

Before passing away. He once held my hand and said:

“Tieu To, you are here, I can rest assured.”

At that time, I smiled and replied:

"Dad, don't worry. I will help Canh Tham keep the company well."

Now that I think about it... I'm dedicated to preserving everything for you. See me as a thorn that needs to be removed. I opened the drawer. Pack up each individual item. Until I took the employee card and swiped the door. The indicator light turns red. Access has been removed. I opened my work mailbox. The account is also completely locked. I walked to the front of the glass door. Looking down at the underground parking lot. The spot reserved for my car... There was a white Maserati parked there. That license plate number. I'm so familiar. It's Lam Nhuoc Khe's car. Act quickly. I open WeChat. More than forty unread messages appeared. All are colleagues.

“Boss, what happened?”

“Mr. To, is it convenient for you to talk?”

“Boss, don't think too much…”

I skimmed some news. Then open the contact list. Block each person. One by one. Not out of anger. But because I understand very well. When I was still standing on high ground, they called me "General To". When I fell down... Those questions were just an excuse to probe and discuss. I don't need it. Nor do they want to become the subject of their tea parties. Finished blocking the last person. The phone rang. It's Secretary Trieu.

"The president wants to ask... is the file of the 6 billion dollar project of the South China region still with you?"

“I'm keeping.”

“Then please hand it over today.”

I smiled softly.

“That project does not belong to the group's assets.”

“That's the customer base I built myself.”

“I have no obligation to hand it over.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

“I will send the original text to Mr. Co.”