Chapter 13 — Husband Announces Stepson as Heir, And I Reach Top 47 Global Assets

“Do you remember?”

“Previously, there were customers that Luc Thanh Vien could not negotiate with.”

“As long as she shows up, everything can be resolved.”

“My mother just made me find a way to ask her out for afternoon tea.”

"Talking about taking advantage of the opportunity to create relationships."

“But I don't even have her phone number!”

“Stop dreaming.”

“Are people still in the same world as us now?”

“We're still comparing who has the newest version of the handbag.”

“People have already started buying Europe's leading technology corporations.”

Words of pity. Laughter. This moment turns into fear and admiration. That is reality. But all of those things. For Luc Thanh Vien. Again, the torture is more cruel than death. After being kicked out of the villa by An Nha's family. He was penniless. You can only rent a cheap motel that smells of mold. The TV in the room was so old that it looked like it was about to break. But it doesn't matter which channel he switches to. News about Wen Tri Ha still appears continuously. On screen. I wore a high-end tailored suit. Standing in the middle of dense flash light. Cold face. The atmosphere is overwhelming. Every frame. Each comment. All like a sharp blade. Constantly cutting into his already shattered self-esteem. Luc Thanh Vien went crazy. He smashed the TV. But we cannot escape this era of information explosion. Step out onto the street. The front page of the newsstands is me. On giant LED screens of buildings. My exclusive interview is broadcasting. Even in popular restaurants. Diners also excitedly discussed my legendary story. And see him as a joke. He becomes a stupid background character. Poor. And the most ridiculous. In the story I return to the top. Luc Thanh Vien couldn't stand it anymore. He started drinking day and night. Wanting to use alcohol to numb myself. From an elegant business elite. He quickly became a self-indulgent person. Shaggy beard. The person reeked of alcohol. One day. After getting drunk. He used the last coins in his pocket. Enter a public phone booth. Call the switchboard of Luc Thi Moi Group.

“I... I want to see Wen Zhixia...”

His voice was vague.

“May I ask who you are?”

“Do you have an appointment?”

The receptionist asked politely.

“I... I'm Luc Thanh Vien..."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. A voice that was still very polite. But it sounded much colder.

“Sorry, Mr. Luc.”

“The chairman is currently in a meeting.”

“If we don't have an appointment, we can't transfer the phone.”

“You tell her!”

“I am Luc Thanh Vien!”

“Tell her to answer the phone!”

He screamed in despair.

“Sorry, sir.”

“If you continue like this, we will call security.”

The phone was immediately disconnected. Luc Thanh Vien held the cold receiver. Let out a sad laugh. There was a time. That corporation's switchboard only serves him. But now. Even the privilege of hearing my voice through the receptionist. He is also gone. Huge humiliation and unwillingness. Once again a crazy thought sparked in him. He wants to see me. We must definitely meet each other. He wanted to ask for clarification in person. After all in my heart. Is there still even a little bit of love left for him? He staggered out of the phone booth. Frantically ran towards the familiar Luc Thi building. But he didn't know. Wen Zhixia was not there at all. I am no longer in the country. At a private airport in the suburbs. Butler Uncle Tan respectfully opened the car door.

“Eldest lady.”

“Everything in Zurich has been arranged well.”

“The opening ceremony of the Global Economic Forum will take place tomorrow morning.”

I put on my sunglasses. Hide the cold eyes behind. Gently nodded. Don't say any more words. Directly walk up the stairs of the Gulfstream G650 private jet. The compartment door slowly closed. The silver plane roared loudly. Leave the ground. Jump straight into the clouds. Where it's headed. It is the center of the world economy. Where it carries. It's a name that's about to shock the world. Still below ground. The small figure was frantically running after it. I've been left behind for a long time. And thoroughly.