Chapter 11 — After Mom Remarried, I Inherited 40% of the Shares

The arrival of the police was like a slap in the face. Cruelty strikes straight in the face of all those who have bad intentions. Ton Duc Hai. Ly Kien Hoa. Trieu Ve Dong. Along with Chu Khai who was sitting on the ground. Four people were escorted out by police. They look like four dead dogs. They didn't even have the strength to resist. An hour ago. They even aggressively opened a shareholder meeting with the intention of forcing me to hand over power. An hour later. They became people waiting for criminal investigation again. From the ambitious Hongmen party... To the number eight handcuffs on his hand. It only took exactly one hour. Until the police figure disappeared from the meeting room. Everyone just woke up from a coma. Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The way he looked at me had completely changed. No more doubt. No more disdain. Only respect remains. And be careful. A seventeen year old girl. In just one morning, the largest tumors of the Hung Su Group were wiped out. Reestablish absolute power. That decisive tactic... Even reminded many people of my father. Hua Chan Hung. Some people even secretly think. His daughter... Perhaps even scarier than he was before. The meeting quickly ended. I nominate a capable and highly reputable deputy general director in the company to temporarily take charge of daily operations. This decision made the entire management breathe a sigh of relief. Because they understand. I am not a hot-tempered young girl who likes to compete for power. I'm really thinking about the future of the company. Just for one day. People's hearts have stabilized again. I returned to the chairman's office. The late morning sunlight penetrates through the ground-level glass. Cover the room with a warm yellow color. I stood in front of the window. Look at the vast city stretching out below your feet. Very calm inside. Not excited. No agitation. Because all of this... Originally belonged to me. I just took it back. Right at that moment. The phone rings. It's a strange number. I pressed listen. On the other end of the line, a woman's voice rang out. Quite reserved.

"Excuse me... is it Ms. Hua Niem?"

"I'm Truong Lan, from the Neighborhood Committee."

"It's like this..."

"Mrs. Phuong Van Tinh came to us today."

"She said you kicked her out of the house."

"She has no place to live right now."

"We want to find out if there was any misunderstanding between mother and daughter."

I quietly listened to everything. Mom still uses the old trick. Take advantage of other people's sympathy. Want to use public pressure to force me to give in. I smiled softly.

"Director Truong, right?"

"There was no misunderstanding."

I said calmly.

"That villa is my personal property."

"Mrs. Phuong Van Tinh and her new husband were in there without my consent."

"I'm just protecting my legal rights."

The other end of the line was silent. I continue:

"And the fact that she said she didn't have a place to stay..."

"I think that's not right."

"When my father passed away."

"He left her more than 3 million yuan in cash."

"At the same time, we also left a luxury apartment in the city center."

"That amount of assets is enough for her and her new husband to live very comfortably."

The other side immediately became quiet. Obviously did not expect the truth to be like that. I continued:

"By the way."

"There's something I think Director Truong should know."

"Her current husband is Chu Khai."

"Just been taken by the police for investigation."

"With charges related to misappropriation of corporate assets, misuse of company funds, receiving illegal benefits and harassment of female employees."

The other end of the line took a sharp breath. I'm still as calm as ever.

"For now."

"Mrs. Phuong Van Tinh is his legal wife."

"If you clearly know the unknown origin of a piece of property but still use it and benefit."

"Is there any legal liability involved..."

"We still have to wait for the investigation agency to conclude."

I stopped for a few seconds. Then gently ask:

"Director Truong."

"Who is more pitiful now?"

The other end of the line immediately became confused.

"It turns out that way..."

"Miss Hua, I'm so sorry."

"Because we haven't thoroughly investigated the situation..."

"I'm so sorry for bothering you."

"It's okay."

I interrupted.

"I just hope to handle similar cases in the future."

"People can hear from more sides."

"Don't rush to believe one side's story."

"Yes yes, you are very right."

After a few polite sentences. The call ended. I leaned back in the chair. Gently close your eyes. Come to this country. All the cards in her hand were used up. What else can she do? Go back to the apartment your dad left behind? Or run everywhere trying to save her husband who is sitting in a detention center? Those are all her choices. It has nothing to do with me anymore. From today. My life and hers will go on two different paths. No more intersection points.