Chapter 13 — Never Look Down on Women

I told the secretary to go out. In the room... I was the only one left. I slowly untied the ribbon. The moment I saw inside… my pupils shrank. Inside the box is lined with soft red velvet. Lying there… was a seal. Company seal of Ly Thi construction materials. The seal... was covered in dried dark red liquid. Next to… is a black card. Cold silver letters.

“What is yours… will be mine sooner or later.”

A bohemian signature, sharp as a knife. Ultimate humiliation. Blatant provocation. He didn't just rob my supplier. If you still want to use this method... tell me. He could… take away everything I value. The fire of anger... flared up in my chest. I held the "bloody" stamp, the corners of my lips became colder and colder. You think… these dirty tricks can scare me? You think... breaking a contract can stop me? It's so naive. I picked up the internal phone.

“Announcement of urgent meeting.”

“Also… the second target in the procurement plan.”

“Changed from Hong Hai… to Luc Thi.”

The other end of the line... was silent for a few seconds. Then the assistant's voice trembled.

“Yes… yes, president!”

I hung up. Call another number. Some... haven't used it in a long time.

“Uncle Tran.”

My voice was… terrifyingly calm.

“Do me a favor.”

“I want all of Luc's shady transaction records for the past ten years.”

“One thing… can't be missing.”

“It's time… to play the real cards of the Tham family.”

Do you like playing games? Then I'll play with you... a big game. enough for him to lose completely. There's no way back. 22 Real Cards The second day after I launched my counterattack. Uncle Tran's phone call came. His voice... could not contain his excitement.

“Miss… I found out.”

“It's much more terrible than we thought.”

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door, looking down at the city's financial center. The headquarters building of Luc Thi Group is located not far away, standing tall like a steel beast hiding and waiting for its time.

“Say it.” My voice was calm.

“The Luc family's starting capital… is not clean.”

Uncle Tran said.

“That money came from an anonymous investment abroad.”

“I followed that trail.”

“Discovering the source of money coming from a secret trust fund opened at a Swiss bank a century ago.”

“And the person in charge of the fund…”

Uncle Tran stopped. His voice trembled slightly.

“It's your grandfather.”

My heart... skipped a beat. The blood in my body seemed to freeze.

“That year, her grandfather and Luc Chan Bang were life and death friends.”

"Grandpa saw that he had ambition and ability, so he took some of the Tham family's money and used it to expand the international market, through a secret trust... and invested it in him."

“No contract signed.”

“Only based on a verbal promise.”

“The promise is, after the Luc family grows strong, the Tham family will hold fifty percent of the shares.”

“But then…”

“After that, my grandfather suddenly passed away, the Tham family was in chaos, and my father had to urgently take over.”

I continued, my voice cold as ice.

“The overseas investment, because it was conducted secretly, became a debt that no one knew about.”

"And the Luc family... calmly swallowed all the money that should have belonged to the Tham family."

“That's right, miss.”

Uncle Tran's voice was full of anger.

“The Luc family is able to stand today thanks to the blood of the Tham family!”

"They are ungrateful and ungrateful people! Shameless thieves!"

I hung up. In my heart... no Anger exploded as imagined. There was just an absolute… coldness. It turns out that's it. It turns out... this is the truth. The confrontation between me and Luc Kieu... from the beginning, it was not a competition in the market. But… a blood feud that lasted two generations. I laughed. Laughter echoed in the large, chilling room. Luc family. You... don't just have to pay your debt. But we also have to use the collapse of our family... to pay off this decades-long blood debt. I called lawyer Vuong.

“Immediately hold a global press conference in the name of Tham Thi.”

“Location… right opposite Luc Thi headquarters.”

“I want to give the Luc family a big gift.”

“A death notice… makes it impossible for them to raise their heads again.”

My counterattack... no longer stops at the marketplace. But... dig up their roots. I made public all the evidence that Uncle Tran found: the bank cash flow that year, trust documents, and recorded testimony of people who knew the story.

"After a hundred years, the Luc family turned out to be a family of thieves! A great scandal was exposed!"

That headline… was like a nuclear bomb exploding in the financial world. The Luc family's reputation... collapsed overnight. Stocks plummeted like an avalanche. Partner flees. The bank called continuously to collect debt. I stood on the press conference podium. On the other side of the street... is Luc Thi's silent building. Luc Kieu... is looking at me. I looked straight into the lens.

“One — Tham Nguyet — officially declared war on the Luc family.”

“I didn't just take back everything that belonged to the Tham family.”

“But also make you… completely disappear from this city.”

23 The throne collapsed. Luc Kieu made an appointment to meet me. Not unexpected. The location… is my office. In the end... he still had to put down that pitiful arrogance and step into my territory. He arrived at sunset. The sunlight at the end of the day lengthens his shadow... both long and lonely. He became noticeably thinner. In just a few days, the once lofty crown prince... was eroded to the point that his eye sockets were sunken and his chin had a green beard. He looked at me. Eyes… complicated. In his eyes there was immense hatred, unwillingness, humiliation, and even something... I couldn't read it.

“You won.”

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and scary. That was the first thing he said to me. Not a threat. Not questioning. It's... admitting defeat. I sat on my "throne", a large leather chair, my hands clasped together, looking leisurely.

“The game… has just begun.”

“What do you want anyway?”

He asked, his fists clenched until they turned white.

“Do you want me to return Luc Thi to you?”

I asked back. He didn't answer, but his eyes… betrayed him. I laughed.

“Luc Kieu, do you think I did all this… just for money?”

“Isn't that so?”

“Of course not.”

I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. The sunset covered my body with a layer of pale yellow light, cold but inviolable.

“What I want… has never been money.”

“What I want… is for your pride, for your dignity, for everything you are proud of… to be crushed right in front of me.”

I leaned close to his ear, my voice was as light as the wind, but as poisonous as a knife.

“You… are not worthy.”

His body trembled violently. His face... was red from extreme humiliation.

“Tham Nguyet!”

He roared, like an animal locked in a cage.

“Don't force me!”

“I force you?”

I stood straight, looking at him coldly.

“Luc Kieu, it was you… who pushed yourself to the edge.”

“Your arrogance, your pride... caused you to misunderstand your opponent from the beginning.”

“You thought I was just a rabbit with spikes.”

“But you don't know… I'm a hungry wolf… that can swallow you both bone and flesh.”

I returned to my desk and took out a file. Throw it down in front of him.

“This is a contract to purchase Luc Thi's shares.”

“I have linked up with some of the largest funds in the capital, buying more than sixty percent of Luc Thi's outstanding shares.”

“In other words…”

“I am the largest shareholder.”

He looked at that document... like looking at his own death sentence. His face was pale.

“Tomorrow, I will open the shareholders' meeting.”

“Remove your father from the position of president.”

“After that… I will divide the Luc family into pieces and sell them piece by piece.”

“Finally…”

“I will use that money… to set up a charity fund.”

“The fund… bears my grandfather's name.”

“I will use your family's dirty money… to do the cleanest job.”

“I will make the Lu family's hundred years of business... turn to ashes.”

"I will make you... from a high-ranking crown prince... to a man with nothing."

He trembled and pointed at me, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word.

“Ah yes.”

I suddenly remembered.

“Your father's dirty things that year… I also submitted the evidence to the police.”

“If there are no surprises…”

“The rest of his life… will be spent in prison.”

“Will become the son of a man who committed murder and financial fraud.”

That sentence... was the final blow. Luc Kieu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Bright red blood... splashed on the white contract in front of him. Like a flower of death... just blooming. His tall body staggered. Then fall down. I stood and looked at him lying in front of me. No emotions. I picked up the phone and called an ambulance.

“On the top floor of Tham Thi Group, someone suddenly got sick and needs an ambulance.”

Having finished speaking, I hung up the phone. Step to the glass door. Look at the sun slowly sinking below the horizon. An era belonging to the Luc family... has ended. And my era. By Tham Nguyet. It's just… just the beginning.