Chapter 10 — Having occupied a Business Seat, I went straight to First Class

“It's not okay.”

He said softly.

“All public opinion… will turn its guns toward us.”

A commercial tycoon... was forced into a corner... then fell critically ill. In the eyes of the public… I will no longer be the one demanding justice. But a cruel person... pushing others to death. And Manh Phi... from a loser... will turn into a pitiful daughter, standing next to her father's hospital bed. The wind of public opinion... will change direction overnight.

“Must go now.”

Ly Triet pulled my hand. We quickly walked out. The police station door... was full of reporters. They just received the news. Everyone's eyes looked crazy.

"Khuong Nhien! What do you think about Manh Quoc Dong being in critical condition?!"

“Are your actions excessive?!”

“Do you feel responsible?!”

Questions abound. We do not respond. Under the protection of security, squeeze into the car. Ly Triet's phone kept ringing. They are all PR teams. Ask… what to do next.

“General Khuong, the situation is very unfavorable.”

He hung up the phone, his face heavy.

“Meng Phi accepted the interview.”

“She stood outside the ICU… crying, saying we were the killers.”

“The internet… is scolding you endlessly.”

I leaned back in the chair. Looking back at the city. Say nothing. Everything... was beyond expectations. I want to win. I want to return my father's honor. I don't want... human life. But at this step... regret... no longer makes sense. The war… is not over yet.

“About the company.”

"Now?" Ly Triet was surprised.

"Aren't you resting? You haven't slept in almost two days."

"I'm OK."

I shook my head.

“Even now…”

“I have to show up.”

“I have to let my employees, my investors… see that I'm still standing.”

Return to the Sang Khoa Tri Neng building. The atmosphere in the company... was clearly unstable. Online public opinion... has begun to directly affect the internal affairs. I entered the office, Truong Vi and Lam Phong immediately approached.

“Miss Khuong, are you okay?”

"No problem."

I waved my hand.

“What's the situation?”

“Very bad.” Truong Vi spoke up. “The investment funds we were negotiating with… started to hesitate.”

“They are worried that the public opinion crisis will affect the company's valuation and future.”

"In the market gap after the collapse of Khai Minh, we were originally the biggest beneficiaries, but now... other competitors are taking advantage of this moment to step in and share."

Lam Phong continued.

"The technical side also started to waver. Some people quietly went to find other jobs."

I stood in front of the glass door. Look at the city spread out below. This is Manh Phi's final attack. Using his father's death... to exchange public opinion. But effective. Maybe… I will lose at the last step? I haven't lost yet. I still have… one last card left. I turned around.

“Tieu Ha, book me the earliest flight to Switzerland.”

“At the same time, contact senior account manager of UBS bank.”

“I need to get something.”

Everyone froze.

“Miss Khuong, what are you doing in Switzerland right now?”

Truong Vi doesn't understand.

“Go take back… what belongs to me.”

I looked at them. His eyes... lit up again.

“It is also the thing that… completely ends this war.”

In my father's diary... there is not only "Ghost Spirit". One more thing. That year, right before he was kicked out of the company... he prepared. He uses encryption techniques... to store the entire original source code of Khai Minh Software, unedited. Along with all contracts and share agreements between him and Manh Quoc Dong. locked in a safe at a Swiss bank. Don't use your real name. No usual paperwork. There is only one lock. Biometric lock. is a variation of the song "Moonlight" that my father once wrote for me. All these years... I think it's a memory. that's heritage. Is the original evidence. Indisputable. Manh Phi wants to attack public opinion. Wanting to turn myself into a victim. will bring the entire truth from twenty years ago... to light. I want the whole world to see clearly. Who is the victim? Who is the guilty one? The flight to Zurich takes off. The plane flew through the clouds. The first class cabin was still as quiet as ever. It's just me... not the same as when I arrived. The sky outside... looks calm. But underneath… underground waves are rolling. I turned on my phone and connected to the internet on the plane. The news came like a flood.

“The ‘Devil Girl’ in the marketplace corners her opponents to death because of her personal vendetta!”

“Khuong Nhien: revenge is inhumane!”

“Exclusive interview with Manh Phi: if something happens to my father, I will not forgive her!”

The video appears. Manh Phi stands outside the ICU room. The face is haggard. She cried. Really cry.

“I don't understand what the Manh family did wrong... to suffer this disaster.”

“Competition… must have limits.”

“But she used the most cruel means, destroyed everything, and now forced my father to this point.”

“I beg everyone… please help us… get justice.”

In one night… she became a victim. become evil. Comments flooded. Curse. Someone dug up my address and personal information. Call for violence. is what she wants. Crucify me on a moral cross. I turn off the screen. Close your eyes. Those words… I don't care. I'm just concerned… The plane landed. The air in Zurich is cold and sharp as a knife. I didn't stop, got in the car and went straight to Bahnhofstrasse. UBS Bank's headquarters is located right on the most expensive street in the world. Cold marble, thick bulletproof glass, create a nearly impenetrable financial fortress. The private account manager is a polite German named Klaus. He checked my information, his eyes only showed professionalism and respect, not curiosity.

“Miss Khuong, please follow me.”

He led me through layers of heavy security doors. Each door... is a confirmation.