Chapter 14 — Make Me Kneel to His Mistress, and I Will Reclaim His Fortune

Lam Vy Vy immediately burst into tears.

“Why do you still want to harm me?”

Deputy Van Dinh rushed forward and grabbed the microphone. I looked at him.

“Are you afraid I'll say everything?”

He directly turned off the microphone.

“So Van Ninh.”

“I gave you a chance.”

Lam Vy Vy wiped her tears.

“Deputy General.”

“Forget it.”

“Let her go.”

The sentence just ended. Suddenly there was a noise from the entrance to the yacht. Everyone turned their heads to look at each other. A group of people wearing black suits stepped onto the train one by one. The leader... It's Uncle Chau. He leaned on the familiar black umbrella. Step by step, step into the bright light. Not fast. But it was enough to make the entire deck gradually quiet. Pho Van Dinh's face suddenly changed. There's a smile on Lam Vy Vy's lips. Has begun to freeze. Pho Van Dinh's face immediately darkened.

“Who let you up here?”

Uncle Chau didn't even look at him. He walked straight in front of me.

“Miss.”

“Everyone has arrived.”

I nodded slightly. Among Pho Van Dinh's partners. Someone almost dropped his glass of wine as soon as he saw Uncle Chau.

“Mr. Chau?”

Pho Van Dinh immediately turned around.

“You know this person?”

The other person did not answer. Just quietly put down the glass of wine. Then unconsciously took half a step back. Uncle Chau took out a file of documents.

“Starting tonight.”

“All funds you have the right to command will be frozen.”

"The external debts your company owes will be handled in the correct order."

“As for what belongs to the young lady…”

“It will also be fully recovered, not a penny missing.”

Lam Vy Vy immediately shouted.

“You talk nonsense!”

“She's just the ex-wife abandoned by the Vice President!”

Uncle Chau glanced at her. His eyes were calm as if looking at an inanimate object.

“The original is in your pocket...”

“Best take it out now.”

“If it lasts until tomorrow.”

“Then it won't be as simple as returning the item anymore.”

Lam Vy Vy's face immediately turned pale. Pho Van Dinh turned his head to look at her.

“The original is still with you?”

Lam Vy Vy stepped back.

“I... I'm just afraid she'll use a fake to trick you.”

I looked at Pho Van Dinh.

“Do you still want me to apologize now?”

First time. There was real chaos on his face. Not angry. Not contempt. It's confusion. Just as he was about to open his mouth. The giant LED screen on the yacht suddenly lit up. The image on the screen is the book room in the Pho family's villa. Surveillance cameras record very clearly. Lam Vy Vy opened my wooden chest. Rummage inside. Then took out the yellowed document. Then stuff it straight into your bag. Every move. Every gesture. Everything is clear without missing a single detail. On deck. Two media reporters raised their cameras almost simultaneously. Pho Van Dinh's face was completely dark. Lam Vy Vy burst into tears. Quickly rushed forward and pulled his hand.

“Deputy General!”

“I just want to protect you!”

Pho Van Dinh strongly pushed her hand away.

“Protect me?”

“Or do you want to use it to threaten me?”

Lam Vy Vy fell down and sat on the floor. She wanted to cry. But this time. There was no one like before who rushed to comfort me anymore. Uncle Chau gave another piece of paper. Deputy Van Dinh looked at the paper.

“What is this?”

“Refund confirmation minutes.”

He raised his head to look at me.

“So Van Ninh.”

“What do you want me to give back?”

I looked at the deep black sea in the distance.

“What you owe me…”

“Too much.”

His voice was hoarse.

“Then at least tell me.”

“The authorization agreement is in the name of this household...”

“What does it mean in the end?”

Uncle Chau was about to speak up. But I raised my hand to stop him. I looked straight at Pho Van Dinh.

“Want to know?”

He looked at me without blinking. I turned the microphone back on. The sound of the sea breeze carried my voice to every corner of the deck.

“So first…”

“Please tell everyone.”

“Five years ago.”

“Where did your startup money come from?”

Pho Van Dinh did not speak. It's not that he forgot. But I don't dare say it. The sea breeze makes the champagne tower shake slightly. The glasses collided with each other, making a very small jingling sound. The people just now surrounded Lam Vy Vy and flattered her. Suddenly very busy at this time. The person bowed his head and looked at the phone. The person turned to call for service. The person looking out to sea pretended not to hear anything. I hold the microphone. Ask again a second time.

“Pho Van Dinh.”

“Five years ago.”

“Where does your startup money come from?”

Lam Vy Vy grabbed the railing and stood up. The voice trembled.

“Of course it was earned by the Deputy President himself.”

If Hua Man was here. She must have cursed. But today. I said it myself.

“When I just graduated from college.”

“My father is in debt.”

"My mother sold a whole house in the old house but still couldn't pay the debt."

“So what did you use to make that money?”

Right at that moment. An angry voice rang out from the entrance.

“So Van Ninh!”

“Shut up!”

Pho's mother was helped by the driver onto the train. The dignity of a noble lady as usual has completely disappeared.

“You comet!”

“Divorced and still clinging to my son!”

“You want to destroy it, don't you?”

I looked at her.

“Uncle, you're here too.”