Chapter 11 — After Notarizing 5 Houses, I Just Got Married

Bank statement—cash flow went straight into Chu Dinh's personal account, no investment projects at all. Luu Loi's recording—clearly confirms that the contract was forged by Tran Hao. Chu Dinh's chat history—Tran Hao personally said "this money is an investment in her". The judge looked at the opposing attorney. The opposing lawyer flipped through the files and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“We need time to verify—”

“Chairman,” Tham Hac interrupted, “Submitting false evidence to the court constitutes the crime of obstructing witnesses, and my side reserves the right to pursue criminal liability against the defendant.”

Tran Hao's face completely collapsed. On the audience seat, Trieu My Lan did not know when she stood up.

“You—you guys joined together to bully my son—”

Court police approached: "Please keep order." The judge tapped his gavel. The entire trial process ended quickly in less than two hours. The verdict was given very quickly. Consent to divorce. The five properties are all personal assets before marriage of the plaintiff, unrelated to the defendant. The debt of 380,000 yuan from borrowing money through the app in the defendant's name is a personal debt, for which the defendant is solely responsible. The plaintiff is not required to pay any compensation. In addition—the Court will transfer the case file of the defendant submitting a fake contract to the police for further investigation. The moment he stepped out of the court, the sunlight shone on his face, just like the day he went to register his marriage a month ago. But the mood was completely different. A month ago, I thought I was marrying a nice person. A month later, I walked away from a scam completely intact. Tran Hao called out from behind: "To Niem!" I didn't turn back. Tham Hac walked next to me.

“The car is on this side.”

"Lawyer Tham, 16 and a half thousand from Chu Dinh, please continue to monitor for me. I already promised her."

“No problem.”

Her car was parked on the side of the road. I opened the car door and sat in. She glanced at me.

“Are you done?”

“It's done.”

“Are you crying?”

“That's good.”

“Take me to see a place.”

The car drove for forty minutes, stopping in front of an office building on Tan Giang Street. I recognize this building—this is the headquarters of Cam Hoa Group.

“Auntie, why did you bring me here?”

“Before, you said you wouldn't consider coming to my company.”

“Now I don't—”

"Don't rush. I didn't ask you to come and work for me."

She pushed the car door. We took the elevator to the top floor. The moment the elevator door opened, all the employees on the floor stood up.

“Hello President To!”

She waved her hand lightly and casually. She led me past rows of desks, finally pushing open the door to a glass office in the corner. Inside is a separate office. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows, river view, solid wood desk. On the table is a nameplate.

“To Niem — Design Director of Cam Hoa Group”.

I was stunned.

“Miss, this is—”

"Don't you want to start your own business? I just established the Design Department here, and we're lacking a leader. I've seen your abilities, the projects you've accepted at small companies, the level is not inferior to large design companies."

“But I've only been working for three years—”

“When I started my business I was only twenty-four years old, this year I am twenty-seven Already."

She went to the window and pulled the curtains open. The skyline of the entire city along Tan Giang Street appears before your eyes.

“Nien Niem, those five houses were the money I earned over the years to buy for you. But I never considered those houses to be the best thing I could give you.”

She turned around.

“The best thing I can give you is to let you know—you can stand on your own two feet.”

I looked at the sign with my name engraved on it. Fingertips gently touched it.

“I will think more.”

“No rush.”

She patted my shoulder.

“Just go home and rest first.”

As I left the building, I encountered someone in the lobby on the first floor. He walked out from the meeting room next door, holding a file in his hand, and was telling something to the accompanying assistant. About 30 years old, wearing a charcoal blue suit, very delicate facial features. Not the usual “handsome” type, but with just a glance you can tell that he is the decision maker. He noticed me. Nodding slightly. It was pure politeness, without a trace of superfluous emotion. I also nodded back. After that, everyone went their separate ways.

“Who is that?” I conveniently asked her.

“Co Dien, general partner of Thinh Hang investment fund. We are discussing cooperation on a real estate project.”