Chapter 3 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

"Lam Tri Y! You're crazy!" He roared, the gentle mask in his voice finally crumbling, revealing the ferocious steel underneath.

“I'm not crazy.” Lam Tri Y put the phone in her handbag, zipped it up, moving slowly as if cleaning up the tea table in her living room, "The crazy person is you - having an affair while married, getting someone else pregnant, using company resources to support a lover. Co Dinh Xuyen, do you think this is so loud that it reaches the ears of the board of directors, are you losing face, or am I losing face?"

Co Dinh Xuyen's pupils suddenly contracted. Dinh Xuyen Group is preparing to call for round B capital, investors are extremely strict about the stability of the leadership. If at this critical time the scandal spreads about the founder's adultery...

“Are you threatening me?”

“I'm informing you.” Lam Tri Y adjusted the shawl on her shoulder, the misty green silk sparkling under the light, "I will let the lawyer draft the divorce agreement. The conditions are very simple - what is mine, not a penny is missing; what is not mine, I don't want to take another penny. But remember carefully—"

She took a step forward, leaned close to his ear, her voice low enough for him to hear.

"The child in To Van Tinh's belly is the knife you personally gave me. How I use this knife is up to me to decide."

She stepped back, smiled, then turned and walked away. High heels clicked on the marble floor, click-clack, click-clack, rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. She walked through the crowd, no one dared to stop her. Those scrutinizing or pitying eyes parted to the two sides like the tide, giving way to her. When she reached the door of the banquet room, she stopped and looked back. Co Dinh Xuyen stood frozen in place, like a statue that had just been struck by lightning. Su Van Tinh cowered and hid behind him, tears streaming down her face, her makeup smudged, her wine-red evening dress making her look like a rose crushed by the rain. Lam Tri Y suddenly found this scene very funny. She smiled softly, turned and walked out into the hallway. Behind her, the noise of the banquet hall was like a boiling pot of water, and she finally jumped out of that pot of water. * The hallway is very long, covered with dark red carpet, with photos of previous events of the Financial Center hanging on both sides. Lam Tri Y walked down the hallway, the sound of high heels gradually turning into a rustling sound. Her steps slowed down. When she got to the elevator door, she had to lean her hand against the wall to realize that her hand was shaking. Not fear, but a physiological reaction after the adrenaline rush subsides. She took a deep breath, then took another deep breath, until the trembling in her fingertips gradually calmed down. The elevator door opens. She walked in, pressed the button to go to basement B1 — her car was parked there. The moment the elevator door closed, she saw her reflection on the mirrored wall. The pure red lipstick is still intact, the blue silk dress is wrinkle-free, even the hair is still tied neatly behind the head. She looked so perfect that she didn't look like a woman who had just torn apart her cheating husband.

“Lam Tri Y,” she looked at herself in the mirror and said, “You did very well.”

Then tears fell. Quietly, one drop, two drops, fell on the satin silk dress, forming dark stains. She let it go Tears flowed for ten seconds. Then she wiped it away with her hand, took the powder box from her handbag to apply makeup, and took a deep breath. The elevator arrives. Basement B1, the cold wind from the garage entrance made her shiver slightly. She pulled her scarf tight and walked towards the parking lot — a silver-gray Porsche Cayenne, a gift from Co Dinh Xuyen on her 30th birthday. Then he said: "Tri Y, you deserve the best things."