Chapter 8 — I'm Not A Useless Housewife

I took out the full power of attorney that year, which Jiang Hao coaxed into signing, and declared it immediately invalid in front of all the shareholders.

“From today onwards, I will officially take over the company, and at the same time, through legal means, recover all assets illegally transferred by Giang Hao.”

I speak fluently, think clearly, and understand the company's operations even better than many senators present here. The shareholders who once only saw me as a flower vase had a different look on their faces. With the strong support of Chu Minh Hien, Uncle Vuong and a group of senior officials, the congress unanimously passed a resolution to dismiss all of Giang Hao's positions in the company, and at the same time elected me as the interim general director of the company. I officially took back everything that belonged to me. Giang Hao's phone call quickly came, I directly blocked all his contact methods. Perhaps he thought that based on that ridiculous ten years of friendship, he could still ask for my forgiveness. Anna also came to find me a few times, stopped me in the apartment, cried and told me that she was also a victim and was emotionally deceived by Giang Hao. I just told the security guard to ask her to leave. I don't open a charity house, nor am I interested in listening to the repentance of an accomplice. In the following days, I began to make drastic adjustments. I fired all the trusted henchmen that Giang Hao installed in the company, rearranged financial and operational processes, and renegotiated contracts with deceived partners. Under my leadership, although the company went through severe pain, it quickly stabilized the situation and was even healthier than before. I stood in the office that once belonged to my father, looking through the giant ground-level glass window at the familiar city below my feet. The sunlight falls on you, warm and comfortable. An unprecedented feeling of stability rose from the bottom of my heart. This place is my battlefield. I, Lam Van Tinh, have returned.

10

Jiang Hao's end came faster than I thought. His personal assets were completely frozen by the court to be used to pay off the huge debts he had incurred. The partners who once called him brothers one by one denied their relationship and even joined together to sue him. Anna, after squeezing the last bit of value out of him, also took his remaining assets with her and disappeared without a trace. His parents came to the company several times to cause trouble, cursing me for being ungrateful and ungrateful, and in the end they were "invited" out by security. Jiang Hao was at his wits' end, finally letting go of that pitiful self-esteem. One rainy night, he appeared under my apartment. He did not use an umbrella and let the cold rain water wet his whole body, struggling unbearably. He knelt on the ground, raised his head and looked towards my window, repenting over and over again, screaming my name, begging me to respect our ten years of love and give him a way. I stood behind the curtains, coldly looking at the man downstairs like a dog that had lost its owner. In my mind, I see his scornful and disdainful eyes during the tenth wedding anniversary. My heart never wavered. There are mistakes that, once committed, there is never a way to turn back. Your face, you win for yourself. I I won't pay the price for your life again. I pulled the curtain closed, blocking out the crying and screaming that made people hate me. A few days later, Chu Minh Hien told me that Giang Hao, suspected of commercial fraud, usurpation of position and many other crimes, with solid evidence, was about to face a long prison life. I just leisurely say one sentence:

“He deserves to be punished.”

That's right.