Chapter 6 — My Oldest Son's Secret Made My Ex-Husband Pale Right in Court

It was pitch black inside the villa. A Triet skillfully led me around to the back door. That's the kitchen door, the lock is the oldest. He took out the tools, and in less than a minute, the door opened. We sneaked in. The house is filled with the familiar scent of this house. But I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. Our target is the book room on the second floor. The library door is also locked. Similarly, one minute of processing is complete. Pushing open the door, a giant safe appeared in front of us. An imported brand from Germany, two-layer verification password and fingerprint.

“Can you handle this?” I asked nervously.

A Triet frowned.

“It's a bit troublesome, it takes time.”

He took out a tiny computer and connected it to the safe's password keypad. The code on the screen begins to scroll at lightning speed. Time passes every second and every minute. I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty. Suddenly, downstairs the sound of a car engine was heard. Co Bac Van is back! My and A Triet's faces changed at the same time. How could that be! Is Trieu Tinh's information wrong? The car's headlights tore through the darkness outside the window. The car stopped in the yard. The car door opened and the person getting out was not Co Bac Van. He called and cursed.

“I know, I know, isn't it just housekeeping?”

“It's really bad luck, you can't play cards in peace.”

It turned out that Chu Ngoc Linh was not at ease and told Co Hai to go home and look after the house. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart immediately hung in my throat. Co Hai had the key and was opening the main door.

"Be?" I lowered my voice and asked A Triet.

A Triet's eyes stared at the computer screen. The code on it still scrolls crazily.

“Almost done, give me three more minutes.”

Co Hai is about to go upstairs! The sound of a key turning echoed in the hall. The sound of footsteps is gradually approaching. My brain moves at lightning speed. We can't let him up here! I must think of a way to buy more time! I looked at the objects in the study room. Late Uncle Van liked to collect antiques. On the shelf is placed a blue porcelain vase. A treasure in his heart. A crazy thought formed in my head. I picked up the porcelain vase and walked to the window. Downstairs is the villa's flower garden, paved with hard cobblestones. I have no hesitation. A crisp sound rang out, especially deafening in the quiet night. The sound of footsteps downstairs stopped.

"Damn! What's that sound!"

Co Hai's curse was transmitted. He quickly ran downstairs and rushed into the yard. When he saw that pile of blue porcelain fragments, he let out a pitiful cry like a pig being pricked.

"Oh my god! My brother's treasure!"

He was panicked and immediately took out his phone to call Co Bac Van.

"You! It's not done! That precious vase of yours is broken!"

“I don't know who the hell did it!”

This is the opportunity!

"Done!"

A Triet's voice came. On the safe's password keypad, the green light lights up. He told me to come over and put my fingerprint on it.

With a "whoosh" sound, the safe door opened.

I didn't have time to look at the pile of gold bars and cash inside. Go directly to the third floor. A black USB quietly lies there. That's it! I grabbed the USB and stuffed it into my pocket. We quickly left the study room, sneaking out the back door. Climb the wall, get in the car. A Triet stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away like an arrow. Until the car Running far away from the villa, I felt alive again. I opened my palm, the small USB was quietly lying there. What exactly is the Co family's crime hidden inside? When I returned to my small apartment, Trieu Tinh was already waiting. She saw the USB in my hand and her eyes lit up.

"Good job!"

We immediately plugged the USB into the computer. Inside there is only one encrypted folder. Trieu Tinh's ten fingers flew quickly on the keyboard. In less than five minutes, the folder was unlocked. The contents inside made both of us take a deep breath of cold air. That's not a file. Which is countless files. There's video, there's audio, there's lots of charts. This is a… ledger. A ledger records crimes. Co Bac Van's company appears to be a legitimate construction materials business. But behind their backs they always cut corners on materials, using inferior goods to fake good ones. The USB records the detailed flow of each batch of construction materials that do not meet standards.