Chapter 17 — My Mother Stole 80,000,000 Yuan, And My Boyfriend Shows His True Form

Duong Vien, sitting at the back of the room, immediately spoke:

"You don't see any discontent."

"You see money and your eyes open."

Some people couldn't help but laugh. Truong Thien Thien immediately slammed the table.

"Everyone, don't bully my aunt."

"Lin Tieu Hoa is already pitiful."

"Her mother took her money."

"You guys are still on her mother's side."

I looked at Truong Thien Thien.

"Do you really find me pitiful?"

"Of course."

"Then return the birthday bracelet I gave you."

Truong Thien Thien's face immediately stiffened. Laughter in the meeting room rang out more clearly. Vuong Que Phan stood up impatiently.

"Everyone, don't let it distract you."

"The important thing is that Tran Phuong Lan took 80,000,000 yuan."

"Based on what?"

The employee turned to my mother.

"About this matter."

"We need you to explain the purpose of transferring that money."

Mom nodded. She took out a very thick file from her file bag. Place on the table. My heart suddenly tightened. This is not a debt file I have ever seen. Truong Thac was also watching intently. Vuong Que Phan's eyes were terrifyingly bright. It was like finally waiting for the blade to fall.

"What did you get the money for?"

Mom didn't look at her. Just look at me.

"Tieu Hoa."

"I'm asking you one last time."

"Do you believe me?"

The entire meeting room was silent. Only the sound of the air conditioner running steadily remained. I looked at my mother's eyes that had stayed up all night calculating the books. Look at the old set of keys sticking out of her handbag. Mom nodded. Push the file to the employee.

"Then open it."

The staff turns the first page. Slightly frowned. Truong Thac couldn't help but stand up.

"What's in it?"

Mom looked at him.

"It's what you want to know the most."

"And also the thing you shouldn't know the most."

The staff kept flipping. Go to the third page. His hand suddenly stopped. Vuong Que Phan was so impatient that he had to stretch his neck.

"What's the point?"

"Everyone say it."

The employee raised his head. Then looked at my mother.

"This document shows..."

"...the compensation from Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa's three buildings is not the entire final amount."

Truong Thac's face immediately changed. Vuong Que Phan shouted:

"What do you mean?"

The staff looked at me.

"Did you know that in the Nam Kieu village's combined compensation list..."

"...are you also the designated beneficiary of another category of benefits?"

My ears are ringing. Mom looked at me. For the first time, his voice was no longer as tough as before.

"Tieu Hoa."

"My grandfather left it to me..."

"...it's not just three buildings."

Truong Thac suddenly turned to look at me. Vuong Que Phan almost rushed to the edge of the table.

"How much more?"

The staff did not answer her. But look at me.

"Is it public now?"

Mom put her hand on the file.

"To sign or not to sign the public confirmation..."

"...the right to decide belongs to you."

Truong Thac's voice was tight.

"Tieu Hoa."

"Don't sign yet."

I looked at him. He took a step forward. Speak very fast.

"This is too big."

"Don't let your mother lead you."

"We can talk again."

Mom laughed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Talking about the liability waiver agreement you signed is no longer valid?"

Vuong Que Phan was almost crazy at this time.

"Lam Tieu Hoa."

"You can't sign."

"You and my son still have feelings."

"You can't be that cruel."

I hold it pen up. Truong Thac raised his hand to stop.

"Tieu Hoa!"

I looked straight into his eyes. Then put the pen down.

"Truong Thac."

"It's late."

My name appeared on the confirmation sheet. The moment the last stroke of the pen is completed. The entire meeting room was silent. It was as if the power suddenly went out. Staff collects documents. The sound sounded extremely clear.

"Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa publicly confirmed."

The first person to rush forward was Vuong Que Phan.

"Go public."

"Quickly make it public."

"I want to see what else Tran Phuong Lan is hiding."

Truong Thac stood still in place. Face turned white. The words "can we talk again" just now still hang in the air. But no one wants to listen. The staff looked at my mother.

"Can you explain yourself or should we announce it?"

Mother replied calmly:

"You guys read it."

"Lest someone say I'm bragging."

The staff nodded. Pick up the documents.

"According to the combined compensation plan of the Nam Kieu village improvement project."

"In addition to compensation from three buildings in individual names."

"Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa also owns the right to enjoy overall profits from the roadside commercial premises of Nam Kieu village."

"Same priority in choosing resettlement housing."

"These benefits were assigned by Mr. Lam Khanh Son before his death."

"Ms. Tran Phuong Lan is the person responsible for preserving the records."

Vuong Que Phan frowned.

"What is the right to profit?"

"Speak human language."

The staff glanced at her.

"Simply put."

"The entire series of facades after renovation is complete."

"The long-term rental income of that area..."

"...assigned to Ms. Lam Tieu Hoa."

The whole meeting room echoed with the sound of inhaling cold air. Mr. Tran Tam sat at the back of the room. At first, I just came to pay extra for water. Listen here. The mineral water bottle in his hand was completely distorted by him. Truong Thien Thien's phone almost fell to the ground. Vuong Que Phan stood dumbfounded. Lips trembling.

"A whole...a whole row of premises?"

The employee calmly nodded.

"Not one house."

"But it's a whole row."

Not just Vuong Que Phan. Even Truong Thac could no longer maintain his composure. Because he finally understood. The 80,000,000 yuan that I've been regretting for the past ten days... It's just the smallest part of the assets that he personally signed the papers to give up.