Chapter 11 — Husband Gifted 8 Million Yuan Villa to Thanh Mai, I Recovered All Assets

I don't immediately respond to messages from strange numbers. Just a few seconds later, the other person sent another photo. That is the first page of a guarantee contract. Loan amount: 12,000,000 yuan. Guarantor: Khuong Thu Y. I stared at the three letters of my name, my fingers unconsciously clenched. After Tan Tri Vien finished reading, his face also darkened.

"This is not simple."

"If the guarantee contract is valid, even after divorce, she is still likely to be held legally responsible."

I calmly replied:

"I never signed this contract."

Tan Tri Vien nodded slightly.

"Then it's even more serious."

"Forging signatures, impersonating someone else, even the bank's appraisal process has problems."

I immediately called the other phone number back. The other end of the line quickly picked up the phone. It was the voice of a quite young girl.

"Miss Khuong, my name is Tham Vy."

"I work in the finance department of Mr. Ha's company."

"I'll only say it once."

"This guarantee contract... was not made according to the correct procedure."

"Why did you tell me?"

Tham Vy was silent for a few seconds.

"Because they are adding documents this afternoon."

"Mr. Ha asked us to complete all of your documents, saying that even if you two are divorced, it will not affect the loan."

"I saw the signature..."

"That's not right."

"Even the power of attorney has problems."

Tan Tri Vien and I looked at each other. He immediately turned on the recording function and pushed the phone closer.

"Miss Tham, is it convenient for you to meet?"

Tham Vy's voice lowered even more.

"I can't stay out for too long."

"In half an hour, meet at the convenience store next to the library in the south of the city."

"I'll bring copies of the documents for you two."

Half an hour later. Tham Vy was sitting in the innermost corner of the convenience store. She wore a normal windbreaker, her hair tied back, her hands clutching a file bag. As soon as she saw me, she instinctively glanced out the door.

"Miss Khuong, I really don't have any malicious intentions."

"But if this works..."

"You'll be dragged in along."

I received the file bag. Inside, in addition to the guarantee contract, there is also a power of attorney. The content is written very clearly. I agree to use the couple's common assets to guarantee the loan to mobilize capital for Ha Tranh company. In case of necessity, I agree to coordinate the handling of the entire house under the couple's joint names. My stomach suddenly felt cold. Eight years ago, when I married Ha Tranh, I thought marriage was about sharing responsibility. Only later did I understand... There are people who call it shoulder to shoulder together. In essence... He benefits. And you are in debt. Tan Tri Vien turned to the last page.

"This signature is fake."

I looked down. The three words Khuong Thu Y are indeed very similar to my handwriting. But the final stroke is completely different. Every time I write Italian, my last dot always shrinks inward. And on this contract... It's flipped out again. Tham Vy continued to take a few more photos.

"There's also this."

She gave us some screenshots from the surveillance camera.

"The bank said that on the day the contract was signed, you came directly to do the procedures."

"But after looking at the internal records, I felt something was wrong."

I bowed my head and looked. In the photo, a woman is sitting in front of a bank transaction counter. She wore a mask and a coat light color, shoulder-length hair. Just looking from the back... It really looks like me. But on her right wrist she wore a thin silver bracelet. That bracelet... I've seen it before. Last month, when she came to my house to eat, Lam Niem So also wore the same bracelet. At that time, she even deliberately showed her wrist in front of me, smiled and said:

"Brother Tranh's birthday present for me."

At that time, I was holding a bowl of soup, just smiled faintly and did not respond. She doesn't just want my money. You still dare to use my identity. I placed the stack of photos on the table.

"Ha Tranh knows about this?"

Tham Vy smiled bitterly.

"The day the contract was signed..."

"It was Mr. Ha who personally took her to the bank."

"He said you weren't feeling well and couldn't take off your mask."

"The teller didn't ask any more questions."

Tan Tri Vien immediately asked:

"Who is the teller?"

Tham Vy's face became even more unsightly. She slowly pulled out the last piece of paper from her file bag.

"You two... see for yourself."

I bowed my head. In the Person in charge section, three words clearly appear. Ha Giai Giai. Ha Tranh's younger sister. From the beginning, the whole Ha family worked together to set a trap. Just someone who has been calculated for a long time. At that moment, my phone rang. It's Ha Tranh. I picked up the phone but didn't say anything. His voice was both urgent and cold.

"Khuong Thu Y."

"Did you just meet Tham Vy?"

I looked up at the convenience store window. Outside, a man dressed in black was holding his phone, his eyes never leaving us. Tan Tri Vien also discovered it. He quickly put all the documents in his pocket, lowered his voice and said:

"Go through the back door."

I immediately hung up. But in the next second, Tham Vy's phone lit up. She just glanced at the screen, her face immediately turned pale. There is only one message line on the screen. If you dare to hand over those documents to Khuong Thu Y, don't expect the hospital to continue paying for your father's medicine.