Chapter 11 — From a 16 Million Yuan Villa to a Secret Buried for Ten Years

His voice immediately turned venomous.

“Don't forget.”

“The customers I couldn't sign that year were those who came with me to drink to close the deal.”

“I know all the relationships in your supply chain.”

“Do you really think that if you leave me, you can still hold the position of General Manager Duong?”

I looked at the active recording interface on the phone. The corners of the lips slightly raised.

“Go ahead.”

Tong Thua Trach fell silent. Apparently he remembered that he had just been recorded earlier. When he opened his mouth again, his voice was a bit more restrained.

“We don't have to go to this extent.”

“Please withdraw the case against my mother and Nha Ky.”

“I will let people leave the old warehouse.”

I laughed.

“So you also knew they shouldn't appear there.”

Tong Thua Ze gritted his teeth.

“Duong Vy.”

“Do you really want the fish to die and the net to be torn?”

I answer every word.

“The fish will die.”

“But the net is not torn.”

“And what kind of fish are you…”

“Very soon I will know.”

The breathing on the other side of the phone became heavy. A moment later. Tong Thua Trach suddenly lowered his voice.

“My parents' accident that year…”

“Do you really think it was just an accident?”

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. The neon lights outside the car door turned into cold streaks of light. I said nothing. On the other side, Tong Thua Trach seemed to feel that he had regained the initiative. There was a bit of distorted pride in his voice.

“Want to know the truth?”

“Then stop everything.”

“If not…”

“For the rest of my life, I don't expect to hear the answer.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. Finger joints turn white. My parents' accident that year... Was the deepest wound in my heart. And Tong Thua Trach knows that very well. That's why he brought it out to threaten me. This time, he dug himself another hole. I slowly opened my mouth.

“Tong Thua Trach.”

“You better pray that you were just talking nonsense just now.”

“Otherwise…”

“I won't just take you to the police station.”

Tong Thua Trach smiled coldly.

“Then try it.”

The call was interrupted. At the same time. Uncle Liu's phone call came. His breathing was very rapid.

“The old warehouse door has been pried open!”

“Uncle Han is in the security room.”

“The lights inside are still on.”

“Someone is moving boxes of files out!”

My face immediately turned cold. I just say one sentence.

“Block the door.”

“Who dares to come out…”

“Take a clear picture of my face.”

Uncle Luu's voice lowered.

“Blocked.”

But the next second. From the other end of the line suddenly came a deafening sound of broken glass. Immediately followed by Uncle Liu's angry shout.

“They were going to set it on fire!”

When I heard the words "arson", my mind became strangely calm.

“Uncle Liu, save people first.”

“Don't rush to win documents.”

“Tell the security team to block all exits.”

“Full video recording.”

“Wait for the firefighters and police to arrive.”

On the other end of the line, there was a strong whistling sound of wind.

“Uncle Han has been pulled out.”

“Still conscious, but the back of the head is injured.”

I immediately said:

“Take him to the hospital immediately.”

“All expenses are paid by the company.”

“But we must take his testimony.”

Uncle Luu gritted his teeth and replied:

“I understand.”

I hung up. Immediately call the fire alarm and report Address. Every sentence and every word is clear.

“Someone broke open the door and broke into the warehouse.”

“The warehouse staff was injured.”

“The scene is suspected of intentional arson.”

The operator asked me to keep my phone in constant contact mode. After reporting the case, I immediately called Ha Tri Chu.

“Tong Thua Ze just mentioned my parents' accident.”

“He even used that to threaten me.”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

“Is there a recording?”

“Send it to me.”

I passed the recording over. Ha Tri Chu listened very quickly. This time his voice was much deeper.

“This is no longer an ordinary divorce.”

“If the old warehouse was really set on fire…”

“Then he is pushing himself into a dead end.”

I look at the road ahead.

“I want him restrained tonight.”

Ha Tri Chu replied:

“I will contact the investigation party to provide additional clues.”

“You absolutely must not meet him alone.”

“He's out of control now.”

I coldly replied:

“I won't give him a second chance to touch me.”

The car left the highway. The old warehouse is only about ten minutes away. I opened the surveillance camera software on my phone. Two cameras in the warehouse had their signals interrupted. Only one camera in a hidden corner is still working. On screen. Three men wearing hats were dragging boxes of files out. Another person was carrying a plastic container. The ground shimmered with liquid reflection. I immediately pressed record screen. I only saw the other person open the lid of the box. Then splash the liquid onto paper boxes close to the wall. A cold current rose from my stomach. In those boxes of documents... There are contracts that my father once signed every word. There is a list of customers that my mother personally arranged. There were the first orders that I struggled to keep after taking over the company.