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

The phone vibrates again. It's still the same strange number from before, this time it's a call. I don't answer the phone, just let it hang up on its own. Then the other person sent a voice message, I opened it, it was Co Canh Tham's voice: "To Van, I know you're angry with me. But about the project, we have to talk. That's the passion my father left behind, you can't take it away." After listening, I smirked. The passion his father left behind? His father left behind many things. Company, house, savings, network of relationships. The most valuable thing his father left behind was a woman willing to take care of those things for him. Yet he personally pushed that woman away. I texted back exactly two words: "It's late." After sending, I blocked this number. At three o'clock in the afternoon, I returned to Tham Dao's office. Tham Dao had just woken up, her hair was messy, and she was munching on an apple.

“Guess who I just got a call from?”

"Chau Kien Hoa. That's your big customer."

I was stunned: "What is he looking for you for?"

"He asked me to convey the message to you. This morning Lam Nhuoc Khe came to find him. He brought the contract with him, intending to force him to sign it."

My heart sank: "Uncle Chau has signed?" Tham Dao shook his head: "No. Uncle Chau said he had already kicked Lam Nhuoc Khe out. He also scolded her and said that if you don't want to cooperate, just say so, don't send a worthless person to negotiate." I breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became tense again. Lam Nhuoc Khe personally appeared. This proves that Co Canh Tham told her about the project. Next, they will act even more crazy.

“Does Uncle Chau say anything else?” I asked.

Tham Dao threw the apple core into the trash: "He told you to go to his company tomorrow morning, there is something to discuss. He also told you to be careful, when Lam Nhuoc Khe left, her face was very ugly." I took my phone and texted Uncle Chau: "Uncle Chau, I'll be over tomorrow morning at 10 a.m." Uncle Chau replied immediately: "Okay. Remember to bring your lawyer." I was about to ask why, but he sent another message: "Don't ask why, just bring along." I looked at this message, and a bad feeling arose in my heart. Uncle Chau told me to bring a lawyer with me, proving that what he intended to do was related to the law. What needs a lawyer? Contract dispute? Freeze assets? Or... Tham Dao leaned his head over to look at the screen: "Hey, Uncle Chau is going to make a big move this time." I didn't answer, just put the phone away.

“Tham Dao,” I called, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Help me investigate the bank accounts in Hong Kong of Lam Nhuoc Khe and Co Canh Tham, find out as much or as little as possible.”

Tham Dao frowned: "This is a bit difficult, Hong Kong side..."

“Money is not a problem.”

Tham Dao glanced at me and nodded: "Okay, let me try." I stood up, preparing to leave.

"To Van," Tham Dao called back, "Have you thought about it carefully? Are you really going to dry blood with them?"

I stood in the doorway, not looking back.

“They want to make me disappear, I can't just disappear obediently.”

“But they are your husband and his mistress…”

“So what?” I turned around, "Because I'm my husband, I have to endure being humiliated? Because I'm my husband's lover, I also have to be fired from my job." willingly bow your head?”

Tham Dao moved her lips, unable to say anything.

“I have no intention of fighting them,” I said clearly, “I just want to reclaim what belongs to me. Dignity, faith, and the future.”

Saying that, I pushed the door open and walked away. The hallway was quiet, only the sound of my footsteps. The phone vibrates again. This time it was Secretary Trieu, using another phone number to text: "President To, President Co told me to pass on the message, at 3:00 pm tomorrow, the company has booked a VIP room at the Peninsula Hotel, he wants to invite you to dine and talk properly." I didn't text back. Stepping out of the building's gate, it was pouring rain. I stood under the awning, looking at the rain, remembering at this time yesterday, I was also holding a cardboard box and standing in the company lobby. Just one day passed and everything changed. No, not one day. Which is five years. A period of five years has turned a person from a place filled with hope into a person filled with wounds. But injuries are not the end point. Which is the beginning. I opened the umbrella I just bought at the convenience store and walked straight into the rain. The next morning at ten o'clock, I arrived at Chau Kien Hoa's company on time. Chau Kien Hoa, 58 years old, started his business in the real estate support segment, with assets worth hundreds of billions of yuan. He and Co Canh Tham's father had a relationship for thirty years. The two families did business together and never argued loudly. After the old man passed away, Uncle Chau only trusted me. Not because I was exceptionally talented, but because before his death, the old man told him one sentence: "Lao Chau, my daughter-in-law is a trustworthy person, you can just trust her." Uncle Chau believes. This trust lasted for five years.