Chapter 11 — Having occupied a Business Seat, I went straight to First Class

Finally, we stopped at the deepest basement of the security warehouse. Rows of safes are arranged neatly in a space with absolutely controlled temperature and humidity. Klaus stopped in front of an unremarkable safe. Code: JW-1978. Khuong Van Bac. My father's initials… and the year he was born.

“Miss Khuong, the rest... you have to do it yourself.”

Klaus bowed slightly, retreating to a safe area. I took a deep breath. On the control panel is a complex password entry system and biometric scanning device. I put my index finger up.

“Confirmed identity: Khuong Nhien.”

A cold electronic voice rang out.

“Please enter your password.”

I raised my hand. Not a series of numbers. It's a melody. The variation of “Moonlight”…only my father and I know. The last note ends.

“Password confirmation successful.”

“Welcome Jiang Wenbo's heir.”

A "click" sounded. The safe door opens. There is no gold or silver inside. There is only one sealed file bag. And a specially reinforced hard drive. I reached out and took it out. The moment I touched... I felt like I felt my father's warmth from twenty years ago. My eyes sting. I'm here. I'm here to take you... home. I took my things and left the bank. Just about to get in the car...the phone rang. His voice... was as tense as a string.

“Miss Khuong, something changed!”

“Meng Phi has just submitted an application to the Supreme Court for an urgent asset freeze!”

"She used the reason that I was a suspect in Khai Minh's cyber security case and requested to freeze all accounts and assets of Sang Khoa Tri Nang!"

“Most importantly... she proves that you have left the country and are at risk of 'escape'!”

“The court could approve it in the next few hours!”

“If the account is locked... the company's cash flow will stop immediately!”

“At that time... no need for the opponent to act, we will collapse on our own!”

A shot... chillingly accurate. Manh Phi did not stop me from getting evidence. She blocked my way of life. As long as Bright Khoa Tri Neng collapses... I will turn from a person of revenge... into a crazy person with hatred. As for the evidence in hand... it also becomes meaningless.

"I got it."

I sat in the car. His voice was so calm that even I found it strange.

“Ly Triet, do one thing right away.”

“Contact Reuters, AP, AFP... and all major financial channels in the country.”

“Tell them… three more hours…”

“CEO of Sang Khoa Tri Nang, Khuong Nhien... will hold a global online press conference in Zurich.”

“The topic is—”

I looked at the file bag in my hand. Each word fell, as clear as fate.

“‘Revelation’: Birth and Original Sin… a truth buried for twenty years.”

The other end of the line was silent for three seconds.

“In… Switzerland?”

“With this situation, I returned home... just walking into a trap.”

“I have to detonate this bomb… before they lock me up.”

“I will let this trial… take place under the spotlight of the whole world.”

"I got it!"

Ly Triet immediately understood.

“I'll go make arrangements now!”

I hung up. Tell the driver to run as fast as possible. Find a location that can livestream professionally. In Zurich…performance is always scary. Everything... started racing against time. An hour later, I was sitting in a professional studio in Zurich. Lights, cameras, simultaneous interpretation system... all ready. I opened the file bag that had been sealed for twenty years. Inside is a thick stack of documents. The top page… is the original share contract of “Khai Minh Software”. Black letters on paper white. Founders: Khuong Van Bac and Manh Quoc Dong. Share ratio: Khuong Van Bac 70%, Manh Quoc Dong 30%. There is also an appendix below. Manh Quoc Dong commits to... permanently transfer all ownership of the core algorithm and intellectual property rights to the main inventor, Khuong Van Bac. He himself... only enjoys the right to share operating profits. The signature...is the handwriting of two young people that year. This…is the original. I took out the hard drive and plugged it into the computer. Inside there is only one file... multi-layer encrypted. I enter the password. A complete source code... appears. Thousands of lines of code. Full of annotations. That is the original form of "Khai Minh". Pure. Like a work of art. At the end of the file…I found a hidden video. The screen showed the face of a young man. Twenty years ago. White shirt. Sitting in a simple laboratory. Behind him is a whiteboard... full of code. His face was a bit tired. But his eyes... were as bright as stars.

“Nien Nhien, when you see this video…”

“Maybe… dad is no more.”

His voice was slightly hoarse.

“Dad may have… lost a battle that shouldn't have been lost.”

"Dad lost... people's hearts."

“Losing… to greed.”

“But Dad doesn't lose his ideals.”

“Dad kept… the purest seed of ‘Khai Minh’.”

“That was the proudest Tuesday of my life.”

“I believe… there will be a day…”

“I brought it… back.”

“Let it… germinate under the light.”

“Child... don't avenge dad.”

“What you have to do… is bring the truth to light.”

My tears... couldn't hold back anymore. I looked at my father's young face on the screen. Nod vigorously.

“Dad… I promise.”

Three hours later. The global online press conference… started on time. I sat alone in front of the camera. Facing tens of thousands of people. Behind me...is an old photo of me and my father in the laboratory.

“Hello, I'm Khuong Nhien.”

My voice is calm. But there is weight.

“In the past forty-eight hours, I've been labeled a lot.”

"The villain. The murderer. The female devil."

“Today… I make no excuses.”

“I just want to tell a story.”

“The story of my father, Khuong Van Bac.”

“And about how he was betrayed and devoured by his own brother… Meng Guo Dong….”

I held up the contract. Place in front of the lens.

“This is the original share contract of ‘Khai Minh Software’ twenty years ago.”

The high definition scan… appears on the screen.

“Khuong Van Bac contributes 70% of technology.”

“Manh Quoc Dong contributes to the market, accounting for 30%.”

“The contract states… ownership of the core algorithm… belongs to my father forever.”

"But now... the owner of Khai Minh Group is the Manh family, the patent is also in their hands."

“So… what happened?”

I didn't answer right away. Which gives the second proof.

“This is the original source code of ‘Khai Minh Software’… never been edited.”

I let Lam Phong connect remotely. Perform comparison. Line by line. Split screen. On the left…is my father's code. Clean. Exquisite. Full of annotations. A work of art. is Khai Minh's current system. Same platform. But modified. Patched. Possessed.

“You can see…”

“Every single line of core logic… perfectly coincides.”

“Not a partial copy.”

“But… the whole thing.”

I stopped for a beat. Look straight into the lens.