Chapter 8 — Divorced and received 500 million yuan, I hugged the 4 heirs and disappeared

Giang Noan completely collapsed, but that did not make me turn back, on the contrary, it also caused my revenge against Pho Than Ngon to enter the next stage. Remove firewood from the bottom of the pot. I want to personally destroy everything that he always takes pride in. I took advantage of the Pho Thi Group's brand image crisis caused by a series of consecutive scandals, associated with several domestic brands, and launched a joint public service activity called "Protecting new lives". This activity was a great success, our brand image went deep into people's hearts, and had the advantage of capturing a large number of customers and market share of mother and baby products of the Pho Thi group. At the same time, To Duyet took advantage of her superior hacker techniques to secretly infiltrate the internal network of Pho Thi Group. She collected fatal evidence about a series of wrong investment decisions made by the Vice-Chancellor abroad in recent years. Once this evidence was exposed, it was enough to cause Pho Thi's stock to be slashed once again. But I didn't immediately release that evidence. I'm waiting for a better time. Very quickly, that time came. In the south of the city, there is a commercial real estate project that receives special attention, and the Pho Thi group and its archrival — Luc Thi group — are both determined to win. This bidding is extremely important for the already severely injured Pho Thi. The night before the bidding date, I sent that evidence to the general director of Luc Thi Group anonymously. During the bidding session, Pho Than Ngon confidently presented his plan. As for General Director Luc Thi, she calmly listed the loss-making investments abroad that could not be brought to light by the Deputy Thi. He used data and facts to strongly prove that Pho Thi Group's current capital chain is extremely risky. Pho Than Ngon's face turned pale on the spot. In the end, that hundred billion project was won by Luc Thi Group with absolute advantage. As soon as the news spread, Pho's stock immediately plummeted again, falling straight without stopping. The old foxes on the board of directors also began to seriously doubt Pho Than Ngon's ability. Pho Than Ngon fell into a dual situation of both career and love. To save the situation, he even ran to beg me. He stood in my office, his posture extremely low.

“Van Van, I know you did it.”

“Please, hold it high and hit lightly, forgive the Deputy Miss once.”

He even said he was willing to use 20% of the Vice Mayor's shares in exchange for my turning back. Twenty percent of the shares, that's a huge number. I looked at his humble appearance and smiled. Right in front of him, I picked up another contract on the desk. That is a hundred billion strategic cooperation agreement between our "For Us" and Luc Thi Group. I picked up the pen and generously signed my name on it. Then I raised my head, looked at his bloodless face, and said to him word by word.

“Pho Than Ngon, I don't need your shares.”

“Because, I will turn it into a piece of paper myself.”

He looked at my cold and determined eyes, his body wobbled, almost unable to stand. Finally he did understand, I have no more love for him, no more attachment, only bitter hatred. From then on, he completely collapsed. Sleepless day and night, relying on alcohol to numb myself. He constantly recalls every bit of our past, but in his memories, besides the coldness, exploitation and hurt he gave me, there is nothing else. His pain is the most audible note in my revenge music. On the occasion of my brand "For Us" celebrating one year of returning to the domestic market, we held an extremely grand annual new product launch. The launch was broadcast live across the network, famous people gathered, and the scale was unprecedented. I, as the founder, stood in the center of the stage, receiving everyone's applause and gazes. Just as the launch reached its climax, an uninvited guest barged in. It's Pho Than Ngon. He was much thinner, his eyes were sunken, his beard was scraggly, and his whole body smelled of alcohol, completely different from the noble and arrogant son of heaven in my memory. He staggered onto the stage, in front of the cameras of all the media and the eyes of countless guests, making an action that shocked the whole hall.

With a "thud" sound, his knees fell to the ground.

He knelt in front of me. He grabbed the hem of my dress, his hoarse voice carrying the sound of crying.

“Van Van, you are wrong… you are really wrong…”

“Please give me one more chance, for our child, please…”

The whole hall was as quiet as paper. The livestream room immediately exploded after a few seconds of silence.

"What did I just see? Pho Than Ngon knelt down?"

"Oh my god! Even more dramatic than a TV movie! The cremation of his wife of the year!"

I looked at the man kneeling on the ground, his expression calm, even with some pity. I took the microphone from the host.

“Deputy President, you always said it was for the children.”

“But do you really understand your child?”

My voice passed through the microphone, clearly transmitted to every corner of the hall, and also reached the ears of hundreds of millions of viewers in the livestream room. Pho Than Ngon raised his head and looked at me bewildered.