Chapter 15 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

“Give me your answer by Friday.” She said through the car window, "Goodbye, Co Dinh Xuyen."

The car rushed out of the parking garage and into the traffic flow. Through the rearview mirror, Co Dinh Xuyen stood in front of the emergency exit, his back becoming smaller and smaller, finally turning into a faint dot, disappearing in a hidden corner. Lam Tri Y turned on the music, this time it was the song *At the Foot of Mount Fuji* by Tran Dich Tan. *"Everyone only has those hands, relying on a hug is difficult to gain someone. If you want to have, you must first know how to accept losing..."* She sang along with the melody, her voice trembling slightly. Tears fell again. This time she didn't wipe them off, just let them roll down her cheeks and drip onto the hem of her gray vest, creating dark streaks. She cried not because she was heartbroken. But because — she finally got those words out of her mouth.

“Now I don't love anymore.”

How long has this sentence been suppressed in her heart? Three months? Six months? Or a year? The moment he said those words, it was like pulling out a wisdom tooth that had been misaligned for a long time. The gums leave a hole, the tongue will involuntarily lick through, feeling both painful and empty. But at least — that bad tooth is gone. The car stopped on the side of the road downstairs from the small apartment. She didn't get out of the car right away, but sat still in the driver's seat for a while, waiting for her tears to dry and her emotions to recover before picking up her bag. The phone rang. It's Duong Duong.

"Sister! Looked it up!"

“Find out what?”

"To Van Tinh's background — she is not an ordinary female office worker. There are problems with her resume."

Lam Tri Y's nerves suddenly tensed up.

“Say it.”

"On her CV, it says she has a Master's degree in Marketing from Tan Hai University, but I called the school to verify - she is indeed educated, but has not graduated yet. Her master's thesis did not pass, she only received a certificate of course completion, but no degree."

“What else?”

"Her previous job was at a small PR company, working for two years. But on her CV, it was written as Senior Manager at a 4A advertising company - this is also fake. The human resources department of that 4A company confirmed that To Van Tinh did indeed come for an interview, but was not hired."

Lam Tri Y's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

“There is one more important thing.” Duong Duong's voice was low, "To Van Tinh's college roommate told me that in college, To Van Tinh used to have a boyfriend - that person you know."
\deer?"

“Vice Chairman of Dinh Huy Capital — Tham Nhat Minh.”

Lam Tri Y's fingers stopped. Dinh Huy Capital. It is the investment fund preparing to conduct business appraisal (Due Diligence) of capital calling round B of Dinh Xuyen Group. Tham Nhat Minh. She knows this person. Three years ago, I met him at an investment conference. He was in his forties. He wore glasses, spoke calmly, and looked very elegant. At that time, Tham Nhat Minh even took the initiative to exchange business cards with her, saying, "I really appreciate Ms. Lam's investment philosophy." Now it seems that that business card was not a casual exchange.

“Duong Duong,” Lam Tri Y's voice became low, “are you sure about To Van Tinh and Tham Nhat Minh's relationship?”

"Sure. I found a screenshot of To Van Tinh's college social network, including three photos of her with Tham Nhat Minh, dated eight years ago. Tham Nhat Minh was studying for a PhD at that time, working as a teaching assistant for To Van Tinh's class. The relationship between the two is an open secret in the department."

“Are they still in contact now?”

“I haven't looked this up yet. But there is a very interesting story - the headhunting company introduced To Van Tinh to work at Dinh Xuyen Group, who is a long-time partner of Dinh Huy Capital. In other words, Tham Nhat Minh is completely capable through this channel to 'arrange' To Van Tinh into Dinh Xuyen Group."