Chapter 20 — Eight Years Divided

“If not, then the one who will lose face will be you.” My heart moved slightly. You're too calm. It's like still holding another card. The police quickly arrived. Metal pots, paper ashes and pieces of paper in the office were all photographed to collect evidence. Luc Minh Xuyen stood next to him, his face increasingly ugly. The police asked him. "Why do we have to burn these documents?" Luc Minh Xuyen said. "Normal scrap paper." The police used tongs to pick up a piece of paper. "There is a banking code on it." Luc Minh Xuyen's lips
move. Before he could explain, there was suddenly a noise outside the door. Luc Giai Ky rushed in. Her hair was loose and her face was pale. "Brother, quickly return the house purchase contract to me." Luc Minh Xuyen suddenly turned around. "What are you doing here?" Luc Giai Ky cried and shouted. "Just now Quy Hoanh's people came to look for me again." "They told me to take the original contract, they want to use my house to pay off the debt." "Brother, that's my house." Everyone in the living room looked at Luc Minh Xuyen. I finally understand why he turned
again. He didn't just want to destroy evidence. He also wants to take the original of Luc Giai Ky's house to fill a larger hole. Under the light, Luc Minh Xuyen's face was terrifyingly white. But the next second, he suddenly looked at me. "Khuong Du An, it was all because of you." "If you transferred money last night, no one would have to go to this step today." I looked at him. "The debt is my fault, how can I force you to pay it?" He didn't answer. But at that moment his phone rang. The screen lit up, I clearly saw the name of the call note. Quy Hoanh.
The police asked him to turn on the speakerphone. Luc Minh Xuyen refused. The police directly reminded. "Currently, the debt dispute is being investigated and the destruction of evidence is suspected." Luc Minh Xuyen gritted his teeth and answered the phone. Quy Hoanh's voice came from the phone. "General Director Luc, have you got the goods yet?" "Before twelve o'clock tonight, if the original contract and authorization letter do not reach me, I will hand over the recording of you telling Tran Duong to fake the direct verification process." 19 Quy Hoanh's sentence had just ended.
All sounds in the living room stopped. Luc Minh Xuyen held the phone, his knuckles were blue-white. The police looked at him. "Continue to turn it on." Luc Minh Xuyen's throat moved but he did not dare to hang up. Quy Hoanh still doesn't know that this party is on speakerphone. He continued talking on the phone. "General Manager Luc, don't blame me for not being respectful." "At first you said your wife was easy to control." "It was also you who said Tran Duong's side you could arrange." "Now the bank checks the records, Tran Duong lost contact, my side
I can't bear it for you." "Before twelve o'clock, I have to see the things." "If not, I will hand over the recordings, messages and transfers." Luc Minh Xuyen suddenly hung up the phone. But it was late. The police's recording device was always on. Lawyer Han also stood at the door holding up the phone. Luc Giai Ky stood in the living room blankly, forgetting to wipe her tears. She looked at Luc Minh Xuyen, her voice trembling. "Dude, the original contract he said was my house purchase contract. "Luc Minh Xuyen didn't answer. Luc Giai Ky suddenly
run into the bedroom. She pulled out the nightstand and searched the closet. The more she searched, the whiter her face became. "Where is my contract?" "Where are my house documents?" "Have you really taken them?" Luc Minh Xuyen growled softly. "I'm helping you." Luc Giai Ky seemed to have been slapped, his whole body staggered. "Help me?" "You want to take my house to repay the debt, but you still say help me?" At this time, Luc's mother also ran over. As soon as she entered the door and saw the police and people filling the house, her legs immediately became weak. "What are you doing?" "Minh Xuyen, what did you do?" No.
Who answers her? Luc Giai Ky seemed to have finally found a place to vent his anger, rushing to hold Luc's mother's sleeve. "Mom, I took the contract to buy my house." "He said he wanted to use my house to pay off the debt." Luc's mother's face changed drastically. She turned to look at Luc Minh Xuyen. "Are you crazy?" "That's your sister's house." Hearing that sentence, I burst out laughing. I stood in the middle of the living room, watching this family member immediately change sides. Yesterday they said it was natural for a brother to buy a house for his sister. Today it's the house's turn to be used to pay off debt, Luc's mother
finally freaked out. It turns out that in their hearts, they are not unable to figure things out. It's just that the books don't count on my head. The police asked Luc Minh Xuyen to hand over relevant documents. At first, Luc Minh Xuyen did not speak. Only when the police mentioned burning documents in the office, the contents of phone calls and bank mortgage records, did he grit his teeth and pull a black luggage bag out from under the entrance closet. The bag had just been opened, inside was a stack of documents. Luc Giai Ky's house purchase contract. Her loan application
ta. Original loan contract of Quy Hoanh company. There is also an original power of attorney that has not been burned. When I saw that authorization letter, my heart sank. Sure enough, my name was on it. But the strokes in the signature, compared to my actual signature, are too deliberate. It's like someone looked at my handwriting and traced it stroke by stroke.