Chapter 17 — I tore up a 1.8 billion contract, my boss went crazy right at the celebration party

All senior leaders stood up simultaneously. The chant echoed throughout the room. I smiled. Because I know. From now on. We have no way back anymore. Or a step to heaven. Or broken bones and flesh. Right when the whole group was urgently implementing the plan. My personal phone suddenly rang. Is an encrypted international number. I went to the corner of the room. Press the listen button. It's To Nhan. But this time. Her voice was extremely heavy.

“Hua Tinh.”

“I investigated some things related to Tran Van Ly.”

“It could be... related to Hua Duong's accident that year.”

My heart suddenly tightened.

“What did you say?”

“During the investigation.”

“I found out the day before Hua Duong had an accident.”

“Tran Van Ly once secretly met someone.”

“This person…”

To Nhan stopped. Voice became extremely difficult.

“Someone you absolutely cannot expect.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. Whole body tense. On the other end of the line. To Nhan took a deep breath. Then read out a name. A name that made my mind feel like it was struck by lightning.

“Hua Kien Quoc.”

That name has disappeared from my life for many years. Since childhood. Because of his failed investments, he shouldered a huge gambling debt. Then left my mother and me alone. Disappear from the world. All my memories of that man stop at my mother's constant tears. And the days when creditors came knocking on the door demanding money. I hate him. Hate to the bone. I thought he died somewhere unknown. Many years later. I heard that name again this way. Moreover, it is also related to Tran Van Ly. Related to Hua Duong's accident. My mind is blank. The blood in my body seemed to freeze.

“...Are you sure?”

My voice is hoarse. Even I feel strange.

"Sure."

To Nhan answered without hesitation.

“My people got a photo from a surveillance camera through an extremely secret channel.”

“The image is quite blurry.”

“But I hired a top data recovery expert.”

“The probability that he is is up to ninety percent.”

“The meeting location is in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of S city.”

“Exactly one day after that meeting.”

“Hua Duong had an accident.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. Heart beats violently. To Nhan continued.

“I also investigated Hua Jianguo's bank account.”

“About a week after Hua Duong had the accident.”

“His account suddenly received 5 million yuan.”

“The source of funds came from an anonymous account abroad.”

“But the real controller of that account…”

“It's Thien Vu Capital.”

Every sentence of To Nhan is like a hammer blow. Straight into my heart. The truth is gradually emerging. So cruel that it left me unable to breathe. Hua Duong's accident. Not an accident. It was a targeted assassination. And my biological father. For 5 million yuan. Sold out his own son. Collaborating with Tran Van Ly. Created all this. After all, why? Three years ago. Tran Van Ly and I are not acquaintances. There are no conflicts or conflicting interests. He had no reason to attack Hua Duong. A scary thought suddenly flashed in my head. Tran Van Ly knew my true identity three years ago. He knew I was Tran Thien Vu's biological niece. He doesn't Aimed at Hua Duong because of me. But because of him. Because of his position as heir. Because I want to uproot all the blood vessels that can threaten me. He wants to destroy the grass completely. Wanting to nip all threats in the bud. This crazy guy! This devil has lost all his humanity! My knuckles turned white from squeezing the phone too hard. The fire of hatred almost burned all reason. It took me a long time to force myself to calm down.

“Help me continue searching.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Where is Hua Kien Quoc now?”

“After receiving the money.”

“He immediately left the country.”

“For the past three years, I have been wandering between several small countries in Southeast Asia.”

“The whereabouts are extremely uncertain.”

“My people are still searching.”

“If there is news, I will inform you immediately.”

I closed my eyes. Take a deep breath. Then slowly say:

“I still want to investigate one more thing.”

“Help me check the cause of my mother's death that year.”

The other end of the line was silent. To Nhan clearly understood what I meant. My mother passed away half a year after my father left. The hospital's conclusion at that time was acute myocardial infarction. For many years. I always thought she was sick because she was so miserable. But for now. I don't believe it anymore. A person can sell out his own son just for money. So what can't be done? If my mother's death that year was also due to his hand... I don't dare to think anymore.