Chapter 15 — Make Me Kneel to His Mistress, and I Will Reclaim His Fortune

Pho's mother quickly ran to Pho Van Dinh's side.

“Van Dinh.”

“Don't listen to his nonsense.”

“It's just not willing.”

Uncle Chau put a copy of the document in front of her.

“This also has your signature on it.”

Like burning your hand. Pho's mother immediately retreated. Just that one move. More convincing than any explanation. Deputy Van Dinh saw it. He turned his head. Very low voice.

“Mom knows about this?”

Her lips trembled.

“Know what?”

“I don't know anything.”

Uncle Chau calmly said:

“Five years ago.”

“When Mr. Pho's company needed a life-saving amount of money.”

“Young lady herself transferred personal money into the company.”

“To save face for Mr. Pho.”

“It was announced to the outside that it was self-mobilized capital of the Pho family.”

“At that time, Ms. Pho signed the confirmation.”

"The Pho family pledges to only temporarily manage those assets on behalf of the young lady."

Pho Van Dinh looked at his mother.

“Really signed?”

Pho's mother began to panic.

“What did you know at that time?”

“He brought a stack of papers for me to sign.”

“If you sign, just sign.”

“Besides…”

“Once the money goes into the Pho family, it naturally belongs to the Pho family.”

The sentence just ended. Many people on the deck simultaneously looked at her. A middle-aged man who worked with Pho Van Dinh loosened his tie. Couldn't help but mutter:

“Eating like that is too unsightly.”

Pho's mother heard it. Immediately turned around and shouted:

“Who did you say?”

The other person quickly backed away. Uncle Chau continued.

“For the past few years, you've always said you started your business from scratch.”

“But people really start from nothing…”

“It's Miss.”

“The company you are holding.”

“The house you live in.”

“The business premises are in your name.”

“Everything can be traced back to the original source.”

Pho Van Dinh looked like he was thrown into an ice lake. From head to toe it was cold. He looked at me.

“Why didn't you say anything?”

I smiled softly.

“I already said it.”

He frowned. I looked at him. Slowly repeat:

“The day I signed my first big contract.”

“That night you drank a lot.”

“I told you before.”

‘Van Dinh.’

‘If one day you are tired.’

‘Stop trying to resist.’

‘We still have a way to go.’”

He was stunned.

“What do you mean?”

I looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were calm and cruel.

“I mean…”

“Even if you fail.”

“Even if the company goes bankrupt.”

“Even if I lose everything.”

“I still have enough strength to support you and start over.”

“Because of all the retreats I talked about that year…”

“It's all mine.”

“You said…”

“Van Ninh, don't use that tone to talk to me.”

“I don't need a woman to prepare my retreat.”

Pho Van Dinh's face instantly turned pale. He remembered. The night of signing the first major contract. He drank until he was drunk. Holding the toilet and vomiting all night. After vomiting, he pushed me away. Says that the thing he hates most in life is being seen as a poor guy by others. From that day on. I never mentioned that again. Lam Vy Vy suddenly shouted.

“No way!”

“If she really has that much money…”

“Why do you stay at home and cook every day?”

“Why are you wearing an old coat?”

“Why do you still let your mother owe hospital fees?”

Uncle Chau looked at her. Calmly replied:

“Because Mr. Pho asked the young lady not to interfere with the company.”

“Do not appear.”

“Don't let others know that he started his business thanks to his wife.”

Lam Vy Vy choked. Pho's mother immediately intervened.

“That's what he wanted!”

“Our Pho family did not force him!”

I looked at her.

“At the hospital.”

“Who is the person forcing me to kneel?”

Pho's mother immediately became speechless. Uncle Chau raised his hand. Two people wearing black suits handed tablets to reporters. The screen lights up. It's a hospital hallway camera footage. Pho Van Dinh said to cut hospital fees. Lam Vy Vy pretended to be worried:

“She must be very impatient.”

Pho's mother in the villa cursed my mother for being half-dead. Every sentence, every word. It's as clear as it sounds right here. A female reporter immediately stood up.

“Just now you said Ms. So lost control of her emotions.”

“What do you mean by these things?”

Deputy Van Dinh did not answer. A guest next to him said in a low voice:

“Using an elderly person's hospital bed to threaten others…”

“Too despicable.”

Lam Vy Vy rushed to snatch the tablet.

“Stop spinning!”

“No filming!”

The female reporter immediately stopped.

“Didn't you just say that honest people are not afraid of the shadow?”

The weak mask on Lam Vy Vy's face began to crumble.

“How much money did you receive from her?”

“You are all helping her!”

Uncle Chau said:

“Yesterday you used your personal name to take credit for a charity project.”

“Currently, the equipment supplier has sent confirmation.”

“All the initial contacts were young ladies.”

Right then. The big screen on the yacht lit up again. This time it's email. List of hospitals. Contact history. Working time. At the bottom of each page. They all have the same name. Department of Van Ninh. Lam Vy Vy covered her ears tightly.

“It's all fake!”

A supplier representative stood up.

“Yesterday I asked you for the device specifications.”

“You answered the basic form wrong.”

“I already felt strange at that time.”

Another hospital representative also stood up.

“Last year, Ms. So came to us.”

“She only asked for one thing.”

“No need to write your name.”

"Hope to do good deeds in the name of Mr. Pho's company."

If Hua Man were here. Surely there will be a curse: Good meat is fed to dogs. Pho Van Dinh's face became increasingly gray. I looked at him.

“Do you now understand why the card lock notice appeared?”

His voice was dry.

“Did you do it?”

Uncle Chau answered for me.

“It is just a normal announcement after management rights are restored.”

“I could use it before.”

“It's because the young lady didn't prosecute.”

“Now the lady wants to take it back.”

“Of course I can't use it anymore.”

Pho's mother immediately shouted.

“Based on what to withdraw?”

“Van Dinh has worked very hard all these years!”