Chapter 18 — I tore up a 1.8 billion contract, my boss went crazy right at the celebration party

“Tieu Tinh...”

To Nhan's voice was full of worry.

“Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes. Look at your reflection on the floor-to-ceiling glass. The woman in the mirror's face was pale. But his eyes were cold and terrifying. I replied softly.

“Never been more alert than I am now.”

“If I had hesitated before.”

“Well, now it's gone.”

“From today onwards.”

“Hua Kien Quoc.”

“Tran Van Ly.”

“And everyone behind what happened that year.”

“I will make everyone one by one…”

“There must be a price to pay.”

Outside the glass door. At night, S city is still bright. But in my heart. A true revenge. Has officially begun.

"I'm OK."

I opened my eyes. In the depths of his eyes, only coldness remained to the bone.

“I'm fine.”

“It has never been better than now.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait until I finish handling everything here.”

“I will personally go to Southeast Asia to find him.”

“There are debts between father and son.”

“It's time to pay.”

After hanging up. I returned to the meeting room. General Ly and everyone have completed the initial planning framework. Saw me coming in. General Ly immediately asked:

“What's going on?”

“Your face doesn't look good.”

"Nothing."

I shook my head. Press all emotions down to the bottom of your heart.

“Just remembering a few people.”

“And some things disgust me.”

I looked towards the screen. The voice was cold as ice.

“The plan must accelerate.”

“I can't wait anymore.”

“I really want to see them fall straight from heaven to hell.”

The next two days. The business world of S city experienced an unprecedented earthquake. The group used to be the industry leader. Collapsed at a terrifying speed. First is the news that Deputy General Director Hua Tinh resigned because he was responsible for mistakes in management. Then completely disappeared from public view. General Ly announced his retirement due to health reasons. The company's management authority is assigned to a temporary management board. Then began the crazy sell-off. Office building. Subsidiary shares. All assets that can be sold are placed on the market. At an incredibly low price. Thinh Hoa shares plummeted even more. From several dozen yuan per share. Falling down to a few yuan. Then from a few yuan down to just a few dimes. Turned into a junk stock that everyone avoids. The whole market is chaotic. All believe that. Thinh Hoa is done. Completely done. At the same time. In Sang Khoa's office. Tran Van Ly is standing in front of the ground-level glass door. In hand is a glass of red wine. Quietly enjoying the performance that he thought was created by himself. A glorious death. Next to him. It was a silhouette of a person bending over and smiling appreciatively. After being bailed out of the detention center by Tran Van Ly. He almost became his tail.

“General Tran.”

“You are truly too powerful!”

“Thinh Hoa is like sticky paper.”

“As soon as he took action, he fell into pieces.”

“That bitch Hua Tinh is probably hiding in a corner somewhere crying right now.”

Tran Van Ly gently swirled the wine glass. The smile appeared cruel.

“That's just the beginning.”

“What I want is not to see her cry.”

“I want her to live better than die.”

“I want to crush all of her pride.”

“I want her to kneel at my feet.”

“Watch me take away every single thing that belongs to her.”

He took out his phone. Press a call. Side wire end Just connected. He immediately said:

“Action is now possible.”

“I want people to live.”

“I want to bring her back here.”

“Tied at my feet like a dog.”

“Let her see for herself.”

“How do I replace her.”

“How I took it all away.”

“And how I became the ultimate winner.”

Hang up the phone. Tran Van Ly tilted his head back to drink the glass of wine. The corners of his lips curled up with pleasure. In his eyes. It's all over. He won. Totally won. But he doesn't know. Where he can't see. Dark. An even larger net has been spread. Wait for him to come in himself. Currently sitting in a secret room on the outskirts of city S. In front of him are dozens of surveillance screens. Every change of Thien Vu Capital. Every move of Tran Van Ly. Everything is clearly visible. I took a sip of coffee. His eyes were calm and terrifying. Behind me. The entire core team of Thinh Hoa was present. No one spoke up. Because everyone is waiting. Waiting for prey to be trapped. Waiting for the moment to collect the net. Waiting for Tran Van Ly to enter the hell that I personally prepared for him. Eighteen levels of hell. All are called retribution.