Chapter 13 — From a 16 Million Yuan Villa to a Secret Buried for Ten Years

I looked for a few seconds then clicked to listen. On the other end of the line, a woman's voice rang out. But it makes people feel cold down their spines.

“Miss Duong.”

I said nothing. The woman smiled slightly.

“Mr. Thua Trach is currently staying with me.”

My heart sank slightly. The woman outside that Tong Nha Ky accidentally mentioned... really exists. The woman's voice was still very gentle.

“I thought... you must want to meet him.”

I coldly asked:

“Who are you?”

The woman was silent for two seconds. Then replied:

“Someone who can tell you... what happened to your parents that year.”

The surrounding air seemed to freeze. Fire truck siren. The sound of police radios. The sound of chaotic footsteps outside the scene. It all seems to disappear. I tightened my grip on the phone.

“What do you want?”

The woman laughed very softly.

“Very simple.”

“If you still want to meet Tong Thua Trach…”

“If you still want to know the truth about that year…”

“Then come see me.”

“Only you.”

The call was cut off. Hearing that woman's voice on the phone, I was not surprised at all. Tong Nha Ky's previous statement that there were people outside was certainly not said casually. I just didn't expect the other person to appear so quickly.

“Who are you?”

The woman smiled slightly.

“You don't need to know who I am.”

“You just need to know that Thua Trach is not feeling very well right now.”

I glanced at the policemen working in front of the warehouse door.

“If he's not okay, you should call an ambulance.”

“It's useless to call me.”

The woman paused. Obviously she didn't expect me to be so cold. A moment later, she spoke up:

“Miss Tang, do you really not care about him at all?”

I calmly replied:

“I'm more concerned about when he will be investigated.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then the woman said:

“You're like this, no wonder he doesn't want to go home.”

I almost burst out laughing.

“Don't use those words to probe me.”

“If you're going to use him to make me jealous, stop it.”

“What I want to know is how much you were involved in this.”

The phone fell silent again. I keep saying:

“Were the people at the old warehouse arranged by you?”

The woman's voice immediately turned cold.

“Don't talk nonsense.”

“Then tell me the address.”

“Didn't you say that Tong Thua Trach is at your place?”

“I'll let the person in charge of the case come find him.”

This time there was finally anger in her voice.

“Duong Vy.”

“Do you have to be so cruel?”

I laughed coldly.

“You brought fire to my warehouse.”

“Still think I'm in love?”

“I recorded this entire call.”

“You keep going.”

The other end of the line was completely silent. A few seconds later. The call was disconnected. I turned the recording over to the police at the scene. They quickly recorded the strange phone number in their records. Uncle Liu stepped forward. His face was extremely unsightly.

“Who is that woman?”

I looked at the dark phone screen.

“The last card that Tong Thua Trach hid.”

Uncle Liu gritted his teeth.

“You bastard.”

I looked at the boxes of files being ransacked all over the warehouse floor. His eyes were so cold that there was no emotion left.

“You've had a hard time today.”

“Go to the hospital to treat your wound first.”

He shook his head.

“With warehouse like this, I don't feel secure.”

I calmly said:

“Uncle nor can it change the investigation procedure.”

“You are injured.”

“I have to go have my injuries assessed.”

“That appraisal will come into play later.”

Uncle Liu was stunned. Then nodded.

“I listen to you.”

After firefighters confirmed that the scene was no longer at risk of fire, police began to inventory the damage. I wear gloves. Open a video call with Ms. Tran. Each box of records is checked again. Until all the archives are opened. We discovered something. The file box related to the Nam Giang Construction Materials Park phase 1 project has disappeared. I went to the last safe. Inside there was only a blank sticker left. Looking at the words on it, my eyes sank to the bottom.

“They took it away.”

The other side of the screen. Ms. Tran took a deep breath.

“General Manager Duong.”

"This set of documents is most likely related to the accident that year."

I slowly replied:

“Not very likely.”

“Song Chengze personally mentioned it.”

Right at that moment. Ha Tri Chu called. He just received new information from the police station.

“Khau My Lan is still complaining.”

“She placed all the responsibility on Tong Thua Trach.”

“Tell him the key and he will give it to you.”

“The pricing was also arranged by him.”

I wasn't surprised.

“And Tong Thua Trach?”

"Currently not present to take testimony."

"It seems that after leaving the police station, he knew what happened to the old warehouse so he turned off the phone."

I looked at the empty filing cabinet.

“He's staying with a woman.”

“I sent you my phone number.”