Chapter 7 — Ex-Wife Takes Power

"This is not according to procedure! We do not recognize it!"

Each sound was louder than the last, as if there was a competition to see who could scream louder. I didn't interrupt. Waiting for the last person's voice to subside, I spoke up.

“First.” I held up a finger.

"Luc Canh Tham and I were officially divorced according to the court's verdict one hundred and ninety-two days ago. The verdict has taken effect."

“So, please don't call me 'Lady Luc' anymore."

"I'm Co Van Ninh."

The atmosphere in the meeting room seemed to be stifled by someone, everyone was stunned at the same time. Chu Hoanh Dat's mouth was wide open, unable to close it for half a day. I didn't give him time to recover.

“Second, about the appointment and dismissal of the Chairman.”

I tilted my head to look at Ha Thanh Duong. She stood up, pulled out a stack of documents from her briefcase, moving fluently.

“Please watch.”

The document is pushed in front of each person.

“This is the original certificate of stock ownership of Ms. Co Van Ninh and the authorization letter of the original shareholder.”

“Miss Co holds 30% of the original shares of Hang Nghiep Group, being the largest individual shareholder after Luc Canh Tham.”

She stopped for a moment, her eyes scanning the entire hall.

“According to Article 97 of the company Charter, if the Chairman of the Board of Directors cannot perform his duties continuously for more than three months, shareholders holding 20% or more of the shares have the right to request to convene an extraordinary meeting of the Board of Directors to re-elect the Chairman.”

"Mr. Luc Canh Tham has been abroad for more than half a year, without any written authorization to perform his duties. The process of this meeting is legal, the resolution is effective."

As soon as her words ended, the only thing left in the meeting room was the buzzing sound of the air conditioner. Those who had shouted the loudest just now all bowed their heads and flipped through the documents. Some people turned it over and over to check the seal code, some people took out their glasses and leaned close to the signature box, some people flipped documents back and forth. Chu Hoanh Dat's face turned from red to purple, from purple to pale. He suddenly looked up: "Even if the process has no problems, you are a... you don't understand anything about business at all! On what basis do you want to lead Hang Nghiep?" I pulled out a file from my bag and pushed it to the middle of the table.

“Based on this.”

On the cover is printed the logo of Thien Thinh Group.

“This is a strategic cooperation agreement between Hang Nghiep and Thien Thinh Group.”

"Starting from next quarter, the Van Cam project will be jointly bid by Hang Nghiep and Thien Thinh. Initial estimates are that the combined profit after winning the bid will be no less than fifteen billion yuan (about more than 50 trillion VND)."

The meeting room was silent for two seconds. Then there were a series of deep breaths.

"What? Thien Thinh? That Thien Thinh company has been oppressing us for five years now?"

“They agreed to cooperate with us?”

“Fifteen billion? This is enough to eat for five years!”

Someone stood up suddenly, the chair leg scraped on the floor; Some people rubbed their eyes and looked three times at the words on the cover; Someone pulled out their phone, their hands were shaking so much they couldn't open the screen lock. Only Chu Hoanh Dat stared at that contract. He was so obvious. To establish a connection with Thien Thinh, Luc Canh Tham replaced three generations of PR Directors in three years, personally flew to Shenzhen eight times, and billed for the banquets and drinks piled up higher than the file cabinet. What about the results? Phuong Dich Than didn't even accept his business card. As for me, the woman they secretly called "Lady Luc", considered "a family member coming to bring coffee", treated by the receptionist as "coming to check if her husband was having an affair" - used thousands of pounds of leverage to place a ticket to this giant boat right in front of them. Chapter 8 I stood up. The hem of the skirt drooped down, the sound of heels tapping on the floor echoed with each step. My eyes slid along both sides of the long table, taking in each face.