Chapter 12 — I Tear Up The Script They Wrote For My Life

Just because of Lieu Ngoc Phan's twisted, unrequited love. That woman… Just how cruel is it?

“Now there is a video of Chu Minh's testimony…”

“Plus that transfer cash flow…”

“We were able to create a complete chain of evidence.”

Truong Chan said in a deep voice.

"Enough to apply for an arrest warrant, bring Tan Van Hai and Lieu Ngoc Phan back to investigate."

“What about Tan Hao?”

I immediately asked.

“Even though he is the one behind manipulating everything…”

“But he is very smart.”

Tuong Anh answered for Truong Chan.

“He left almost no direct evidence behind.”

“The fraud of Chu Minh and Trieu Dinh, he can brush it off.”

“The whole murder case of his parents…”

"He can also say he doesn't know at all."

“I want to convict him according to the law…”

“Unless what?”

“We make him admit it himself.”

Tuong Anh looked at me. In her eyes flashed the sharp light of a lawyer.

“Didn't you say he wanted to be a director?”

“Then let's put on a play with him.”

“A play that makes him…”

“Step by step we fall into the trap we set up for ourselves.”

A bold plan quickly formed in my mind. I looked at Tuong Anh and then at Truong Chan.

“I need two people to help me.”

The next day. A local financial news story quietly spread across social networks.

"The only daughter of the late famous businessman Hua Kien Nghiep - Hua Dien, announced that she would sell all the real estate her father left behind and establish the 'Kien Nghiep Charity Fund', to support families whose loved ones have had traffic accidents."

In the newsletter there is my photo. In the photo, my face looks haggard. But his eyes were extremely determined. I also spoke briefly in front of the camera.

“During his time, my father was always someone who liked to help others.”

“I believe…”

“Use this money to help people who really need help…”

“It's what you want most.”

“I also hope through this charity fund…”

“People like me, who have lost loved ones to traffic accidents…”

“May receive some consolation.”

This newsletter is arranged by Tuong Anh. It's like fighting a snake and moving grass. Don't you want to destroy me? Don't you want to see me empty-handed and turned away by everyone? So I'll let you see clearly. Not only was I not defeated by him. But he also wants to use the money of the person he hates the most... To do the thing he doesn't want to see the most. I want you to understand. Your game… It's over. It's my turn to set the rules of the game. That evening the news was released. My phone received a friend request from that encrypted chat software. The notes section has only two words.

"Hello."

As “The Gardener”. He took the bait. I accepted the friend request from “The Gardener”. But don't text right away. I'm waiting. Wait for him to open his mouth first. In this psychological war... Whoever loses their temper first, loses. On the other side of the screen the text always appears:

“The other person is typing a message…”

But much later… Still nothing was sent. He's testing me. Probe my reactions, emotions, and state. I put down the phone and poured myself a glass of water. Then take a photo and post it to your friends circle. Pictured is a glass of red wine. In the background are the city lights outside the hotel window. Caption only there is one word:

“Rebirth.”

After finishing everything, I turned off the phone and went to take a shower. When I walked out... There were several unread messages on the screen. All come from “The Gardener”. First news:

“Hua Dien?”

Second news:

“I know it's you.”

Third news:

“I saw the story about setting up a charity fund.”

Wednesday news:

“You're more interesting than I thought.”

I looked at the screen and laughed. He's always been following me. I picked up the phone and slowly answered with one word. A word full of indifference and contempt. Enough to anger a narcissist with a strong desire for control. The message he sent immediately.

“Aren't you curious who I am?”

"Incurious."

I replied.

“A rat that only dares to hide in the sewers is not worthy of my curiosity.”

The other side was silent.