Chapter 2 — Money and Betrayal

2 Taking the report from the assistant, I glanced at it: this child is an orphan, but has good character and excellent achievements. Personal life is clean, health check results are even above average. "If you have any request, just ask, I will try to meet it." The corner of the man's lips curled up, revealing an enchanting smile, making my heart tremble. "All according to your arrangements." How good. Suddenly I couldn't understand why I supported a stubborn guy like Lam Triet in the past. Refusing to listen, he continued to oppose me over and over again. "This week I have to go on a business trip. One day before I return, I will notify you and prepare my luggage to move into the villa in the west of the city." The man said "yes" softly. "So do I need to prepare anything? For example, handcuffs or candles." The sip of tea in my mouth almost spit out. How did this kid "catch the signal" so quickly? "He's followed someone else before?" He shook his head. "No, it's not... I just looked it up on the internet." His cheeks suddenly turned red, looking at him again he felt extremely immature. My eyes scanned over the clothes on his body, the total was probably less than two hundred dong. "Assistant Truong, take him to buy some clothes later, some new models from the L family are fine, take them all." Bui Nhien quickly waved his hand. "No need, I have clothes to wear." I lightly tapped my pen on the table, my pressure was heavy. "Remember, you have to accept what I give you. Buying things for you is not because I want to be good for you, but to be pleasing to the eye." me, let me show off too, understand?" The man nodded, seemingly not understanding. "I still have a meeting, you go first." When I returned from my business trip, I actually missed the obedient boy Bui Nhien a little. Listening to Assistant Truong, he has been very reasonable these past few days, studying in the school library every day. I asked him to quit his job at the dojo, but he obediently obeyed and never came back. All that joy suddenly disappeared when I saw Lam Triet. "Why did you block my card?" He stopped my car and dared to question me like that. It really gave him too much face. Before, he was still very arrogant. Throwing my card on the ground, her righteous spirit was fierce: "Tham Han Nhi, don't use your change to insult me, money is not omnipotent." Then, I paid his mother's hospital bills for him, paid off the family's debt, and even helped his sister pay her school fees. Let him see with his own eyes all the things that can be solved with money. "Kid, you're still too young. Having money may not be able to do everything, but without money, nothing can be done. If you can't solve it with money, it only proves that money is not enough." He finally lowered his arrogant head, his white fingers tightening on his faded jeans. "The money, I will return it to you later." From that moment, all of his arrogance no longer had any value. Luxury goods, famous watches, trendy clothes - as long as a new model comes out, it is immediately put into his hands. The next day, I saw him wearing it and showing it off everywhere. However, he did not know how to appreciate it. Before, he looked down on my money, but now he runs to ask why I stopped his card. It's ridiculous. "Lam Triet, people can't be too greedy, they can't want everything. Be careful of this small stomach, some days it won't be able to swallow." I didn't say more, just signaled the driver to drive into the apartment complex. Through the rearview mirror, looking at his skinny back, I didn't feel pity, I just felt extremely ridiculous. When I returned to the villa, Bui Nhien had already cooked a table full of food waiting for me. "Sister, you're home." Seeing me, his eyes lit up, clear and brilliant. "Yes, do you still know how to cook rice?" Those dishes also looked quite eye-catching and suitable.

my taste. He bowed his head embarrassedly. "Hehe, I only know a little, I hope you don't criticize." I laughed softly, this kid really has high EQ. Who knows, maybe he can still be used in the company in the future, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's not a talented person. He naturally held my hand, brought it to the sink, and washed it with hand sanitizer. His big hand clasped mine, tanned skin clashing against cold white skin, like a collision between black and white. My face involuntarily became hot. How old am I to still be moved by this kid? No, I can't let myself be fascinated. "Okay, I'll make it myself, let's go eat."