Chapter 7 — I'm the One You Can't Reach

I picked up the USB.

"Lam Dao has not been to any obstetrics department in the past six months."

He took a sip of wine.

"There are no records of prenatal examinations."

"There are no ultrasound results."

"Even..."

"There's not even a medical registration history."

"The wound on her wrist was self-inflicted."

"Not being beaten by someone else."

He put down the glass of wine.

"As for being collected by loan sharks..."

"Her credit card history is completely clean."

"There were no loans at all."

"You guys pretend to be debt collectors..."

"She spent 3,000 yuan on a casting platform."

I put the USB in my bag.

"A complete torture and humiliation."

Hoac Yen Than leaned slightly. An arm casually rested on the back of my chair. His fingertips gently stroked the strand of hair that fell behind my ear. Very light movement.

"President Tham."

"Do you want to expose her now?"

I shook my head.

"Just let the bullet fly a little longer."

I gently swirled the champagne glass in my hand.

"I want Pho Dinh Xuyen to see with my own eyes..."

"His white moonlight revealed its true form."

"Until then..."

"His expressions are truly worth watching."

Hoo Yen Than retracted his hand and smiled slightly.

"Then I'll wait for you to speak up."

His eyes stopped on my face for a few seconds. Then stand up.

"Go home and rest early."

"There's still a big battle to fight tomorrow."

Having finished speaking, he left. I sat in a hall that was already half full of guests. In my mind, I replayed Lam Dao's drama today. The way she cried. The angle fell into Pho Dinh Xuyen's lap. His entire wrist was wrapped in bandages just enough for everyone to see. All have been practiced. Not just once. But what she didn't know was... After moving out of Pho Dinh Xuyen's house, the apartment she rented... The landlord was mine. Inside the smoke detector in the living room... There is a hidden tiny camera. And that recording... It's a thousand times scarier than pretending to have a miscarriage. Late night three days ago. Lam Dao drank half a bottle of red wine. Then call a phone number. The owner of that number... was the driver who caused the car accident five years ago. During the call, she said:

"You can rest assured about the past."

"The dead cannot speak."

"To this day he still thinks it was an accident."

The person who died in that accident... was Pho Dinh Xuyen's first love. It is also the deepest wound in his heart throughout his life. That's the only reason why Lam Dao became a substitute. I saved that recording in three copies. A copy in my phone. One copy is given to the lawyer. The remaining copy... Has been sent to the email of the Criminal Police Team. Set up automatic sending after three days. And exactly three days later... It was also the time when Tham Thi Group held a press conference. I stood up. Push the chair neatly under the table. It's time... Let that gambler understand that... What she is betting on... is not Pho Dinh Xuyen's soft heart. My own life. The day before the press conference. Pho Dinh Xuyen came again. But the person he's looking for... It's not me. It's Tham Thi Group. He made an appointment with the corporation's partner reception department and submitted a cooperation proposal. The content is very simple. Use the remaining 30% shares of Pho Thi Group... In exchange for a bridging loan from the group Tham Thi. When the legal director delivered the proposal to my desk... He also attached a note.

"This is a suicidal proposal."

I only flipped through two pages. Then throw it aside. It's not because the conditions are so bad. But because on the last page... Pho Dinh Xuyen wrote an additional sentence himself.

"Give me one last chance."

Scribbled handwriting. Just look at it... His hands are shaking. The legal director still stood at the door waiting for instructions.

"No need to give a reason."

He walked to the door and then stopped.

"President Tham."

"One more thing."

"This morning Pho Dinh Xuyen sent a text message to your private phone number."

"What is the content?"

"He said..."

"If you don't agree to cooperate..."

"He still has in his hand a set of original documents about her handling taxes for the Pho Group."

"Just put it out..."

"It's enough to put you in jail."

The tip of my pen stopped for a moment. Then continue to sign the document.

"Is he going to use that to threaten me?"

"It seems so."

I closed the signed document. That year, it was true that when handling tax issues for the Deputy Thi Group... There were a few items that were in the gray area of the law. The person who signed those documents... It wasn't me. At that time, she was still the fund accountant of the Pho Thi Group. Pho Dinh Xuyen was completely unaware of this matter. Because up until now, he has never paid attention to small details. He just knew that someone had helped him solve the problem. So I naturally assumed... That person was me.

"Report to the legal department."

"Temporarily revised the content of the third item in tomorrow's press conference."

"Change it to what?"

"Change to..."

"Denunciation of tax violations by the Pho Group."

The legal director's expression suddenly changed.

"President Tham..."

"Are you sure?"

"Doing so is like publicly turning against them."