Chapter 12 — Father Wants to Divide His Estate, But the Whole Group Is in My Name

I'm not cold-blooded. It's just that I've been waiting for this day for so long. I waited for him to be afraid, for him to regret, for him to truly understand the price he had to pay. Today, he finally understood. But strangely, I didn't feel happy at all. I just thought... What had to happen finally happened, that's all. After a moment of silence, I spoke up.

"I never wanted to send Dad to jail."

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

"But the Economic Police Team will investigate. I cannot intervene in this matter. If after the verification process, the amount of embezzled money is enough to constitute a crime..."

"No... it's not that bad, Tri Du..." His voice trembled. "That... isn't that also our family's money?"

I calmly interrupted.

"That's the company's money. The company is an independent legal entity, and you are the legal representative. Public money is always public money, not just because your father's surname is Tham, it automatically becomes your property."

The other end of the line fell silent again. But this time it is no longer the silence of someone who still wants to find an excuse to deny. It's real despair. Finally... He understood.

"However, there is still a way."

He immediately asked:

"If before the official investigation agency gets involved, you return all the embezzled money to the company account and proactively submit a written report, then the nature of the case can be considered to be changed from criminal liability to internal handling."

The breathing sound on the other end of the line immediately changed. From despair... To hope.

"I'll pay... I'll pay..." His voice was hoarse. "How much? Tell me."

"12.37 million yuan."

"Not even a penny is missing."

"I... I don't have that much money..."

"How much is the house in Chu Uyen's name worth now?"

He immediately stopped.

"According to the market price, about 15 million yuan."

"Tell her to sell that house. That's enough to repay it."

Tham Quoc Luong did not answer immediately. I know what he's thinking. If Chu Uyen sells her house, it means that her mother and her children will lose all their support. It also means that the "family" he has worked so hard to build for more than ten years outside will disappear overnight. But other than that... What other choice does he have? Be prosecuted for criminal liability. Even go to jail. He has no way back. And he himself understood that. I said slowly.

"I'll give you three days."

"Within three days, refund the entire amount to the company account. Then I will discuss with the legal department to coordinate the handling of the remaining matters."

"Three days..."

He muttered.

"If the house is urgently sold, three days is enough for the transaction."

He did not reply. But I know... He will. Because he was afraid. Fear of losing face. Fear of being investigated. Fear of physical failure and infamy. Throughout Tham Quoc Luong's life, the greatest thing has never been bravery. It's fear. And that was also the last card I held in my hand.

"Let's come here."

Having finished speaking, I hung up the phone. The phone screen is black. I was still sitting in my chair, staring at the screen that had been turned off for a long time. When Tan Tu knocked on the door and walked in, I still maintained that posture.

"President Tham?"

"Are you okay?"

I raised my head to look at her.

"I'm OK."

Tan Tu hesitated for a moment then said:

"Just now, from start to finish call, her expression was still very calm. But... your hand..."

I bent down to look. The hand holding the phone was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. All this while I was still unconsciously using force. I slowly loosened my fingers and placed the phone on the table.

"Qin Tu, pour me a glass of water."

She turned and walked towards the tea room. I gently moved my stiff fingers and took a deep breath. It's not that I'm soft-hearted. It's just that this is more tiring than I thought. Confronting a stranger is easy. But confronting the person I once called father... Even though he's completely unworthy... It still makes one feel exhausted. However, if you're tired, you're tired. What needs to be done still needs to be done. You can't stop because you're tired. When Qin Tu returned with water, I already turned on the computer.

"Next thing."

"You say it."

"How is the status of Chu Uyen's article?"

Tan Tu put down the glass of water and opened his phone to read the report.

"The wind direction in the comments section has completely reversed. The comment with the most likes right now is: 'Isn't this the story of a bad man who led his mistress and stepson to rob his first wife's daughter's property and was counterattacked in the end? It's really laughable.'"

I nodded slightly.

"What about that self-media account?"

"They deleted the post. Before deleting, the owner also posted a comment apologizing, saying that he had verified and found that the posted information had errors."

"Chu Uyen spent 500 thousand yuan to hire them to post, but in the end they deleted it themselves?"

"That's right."

"They're probably afraid of being sued. All business information is clearly public. If it continues to post, it will become slander."

I nodded slightly.

"What about the other 500 thousand yuan?"

"As far as I know..."

"There will be no refunds to that account."

I smiled slightly. Spend 500 thousand yuan... To buy a reverse boomerang to hit yourself.