Chapter 12 — Five Missed Registrations

Raise your head and look straight into his eyes.

"Co Dien Chu, your legal wife Bach Linh, holds 18% of your company's shares. May I ask, what is the nature of your act of using your 'single' status to stay with me for four years, with the aim of accessing the 300-acre commercial land in my father's name in the West - what is considered?"

Co Dien Chu was completely stiff. His lips moved. No sound is emitted. An investment representative sitting in the front row stood up: "Director Co, what is this?!" Co Dien Chu did not answer. He stared at me. His face turned from white to pale, then from pale to gray. As for me — Close the file. Turn around to face the entire hall.

"I have submitted all of the above information to the relevant authorities at the same time. As for the investment representatives sitting here - I think you should re-evaluate the status and reputation of this partner."

After saying that, I turned and walked away. The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor of the convention center, each step crisp and determined. Behind him were endless noises, the reporters' constant questioning, and the deafening sound of chairs being pushed out. I never looked back once. As I walked to the door of the convention center, the sunlight shone directly on my face. The June wind blows, so warm. I took a deep breath. There was something heavy in my chest, just broken. If it breaks, that's it. I walked down the steps, Luc Tu's car was parked on the side of the road. He stood next to the car waiting for me. When he saw me coming out, he immediately opened the passenger door.

“What's wrong?”

“It's over.”

I sat in the car, fastened my seat belt. Close your eyes.

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【Chapter 9】 Three days after the press conference, Co Dien Chu called me forty-seven phone calls. I didn't hear a single call. Sending more than a hundred WeChat messages. I don't watch. Bach Linh's phone also called. First day —

"Are you Tham Niem Duong crazy?! Do you know what you're doing?! You've ruined all of us!"

Her voice was so high-pitched that she could hear the frantic excitement breaking in her voice even from a phone line away. I hung up. The second day she called again. This time the tone changed, turning into sobs —

"Niem Niem... Niem Niem, listen to me explain, between me and Dien Chu it's not what you think... We've lost our feelings for a long time... This marriage is just in name..."

I still hung up. Day three. Bach Linh went to the design institute. At that time, I was comparing drawings with Ms. Chau. Bach Linh rushed straight into the office, her hair was loose, her eye bags were dark, and her makeup was patchy like melted wax. As soon as she entered the door, she rushed in front of my desk and slammed her hand on the table.

“Thham Niem Duong!”

Miss Chau was startled: "What are you doing, Bach Linh -"

“Shut your mouth!” Bach Linh did not even turn her head and roared at Ms. Chau.

Then turned and glared at me. Both eyes are bloodshot. The skin on the lips is peeling, and there are cracks at the corners of the mouth.

“You think you're very talented, right?” Her voice was very low, her breathing was unstable. “Do you think by exposing everything you win?”

I put down my pen, leaned back in my chair, and looked at her.

“Bach Linh, do you want to talk here?”

“What am I afraid of?!” She suddenly raised her voice tone. “You made so much noise at the press conference, what else do I have to fear?!”

“Okay.” I nodded. “So tell me.”

Bach Linh's chest rose and fell violently. She stood before me, her fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles white.

“Tham Niem Duong, do you know what you just destroyed?”

Her voice was shaking.