Chapter 10 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

And now... It seems there is a bit more restraint. Also a little more curious. The press conference ended in chaos. Tham Nghien took Lam Man upstairs. Tham's mother was escorted by bodyguards to leave. Surrounded by reporters.

“Miss On, do you have any other evidence in your hand?”

“I will announce it when necessary.”

“Are you planning to sue the Tham family for defamation?”

“So is it still possible for you and General Manager Tham to get back together?”

Khuong Hoa immediately interrupted:

“Back to the trash?”

“Isn't the waste sorter tiring enough?”

I pulled her out of the hall. Uncle Tran's car was waiting outside. Just got in the car. Khuong Hoa was excitedly pounding on the chair.

“So refreshing!”

“I could laugh for a whole year when I saw Lam Man dodging the lipstick just now!”

Uncle Tran gently reminded:

“Miss Khuong.”

“Genuine leather seats.”

Khuong Hoa immediately withdrew his hand.

“Sorry, Uncle Tran... I'm so excited.”

I turned my head to look out the window. On the giant LED screen in front of the Tham Thi building, Tham Nghien's promotional video is still playing. He wore a neat suit. Standing in the middle of the crowd. Stylish, confident, full of spirit. But right now... Right under that screen was filled with reporters. The phone suddenly rang. This is the second important call. His voice was filled with worry.

“Duong Duong.”

“Someone is coming to the factory.”

“They said the Tham family requested that we clean out the entire warehouse today.”

“The fabric and ingredients are still in there.”

“If we don't move in time... they will destroy everything.”

I calmly replied:

“Dad, don't worry.”

“I'll be right there.”

Uncle Tran immediately changed the direction of the car. The garment factory is located in a former industrial park in the west of the city. When I arrived. The purchasing manager of the Tham family led more than a dozen people to stand in front of the warehouse door. Several workers held tools in their hands. Everyone was angry but did not dare to speak up. My father stood in front of everyone. His face turned pale. The person in charge of purchasing is surnamed Trieu. In the past, every time I came to test products at the factory, even the cup of tea the worker poured for me would say it was dirty. He held the notice of termination of cooperation and slammed on the iron door.

“Studio Manager On.”

“General Manager Tham said so.”

“This warehouse was rented by the Tham family for you.”

“Now the engagement is no more.”

“Of course the warehouse also has to be returned.”

My father replied in a low voice:

“I always pay the rent for the warehouse.”

Manager Trieu smiled faintly.

“But the contract clearly states... Tham Thi is the guarantor.”

“Without Tham Thi's consent…”

“Today you are forced to move out.”

On Du rushed up angrily.

“Are you guys bullying others right up to the factory door?”

Manager Trieu raised his chin and looked at him.

“Kid.”

“Let's go back to school.”

“You don't understand adult things.”

I stepped forward.

"I get it."

“The fabric in the warehouse was bought by the On family.”

“The finished clothes are also made by Wen family workers.”

“You guys broke something…”

“I will call the police once.”

Manager Trieu saw me and his smile became even stronger.

“General Manager Tham has already told me.”

“Today, as long as you are willing to go to the hospital and apologize to Ms. Lam…”

"The Tham family will still buy this batch of goods at the old price."

He said, pointing behind him.

“If you refuse…”

“So all the stuff in this warehouse…”

“For the Tham family.”

"Only is a pile of scrap.”

Khuong Hoa immediately scolded:

"Mr. Trieu, every time I went to the factory to take samples in the past, how often did Mr. On not prioritize working overtime for you?"

“Now turning over is faster than turning rice paper.”

Manager Trieu's face darkened.

“Miss Khuong, don't meddle in unrelated matters.”

I looked at him.

“Tham Nghien told you to come?”

Manager Trieu smiled faintly.

“General Manager Tham is busy taking care of Ms. Lam.”

“I don't have time to see you.”

I smiled softly.

“It's because he doesn't dare to meet me.”

Manager Trieu laughed contemptuously.

“Miss On, don't think too highly of yourself.”

“Without the Tham family, your On family is just a small factory that is about to go bankrupt.”

“Yesterday, you were so majestic right at the wedding ceremony...”

“Today you should know what pain is.”

My father stepped forward to block me.

“Duong Duong, let dad talk.”

I gently looked at him.

“Dad, take a break for a while.”

Manager Trieu clapped his hands. Several men holding iron rods immediately walked towards the warehouse. Uncle Liu, a long-time worker, ran out impatiently.

“We worked on that batch for half a month!”

“Including a set of bedding specifically made for the hospital.”

“Unbeatable!”

Manager Trieu replied coldly:

“The Tham family does not accept it.”

"I'll see who else dares to accept."

I took out the key and opened the warehouse door. Manager Trieu was stunned.

“What are you going to do?”

I calmly replied:

“Let me see clearly before hitting.”

“Lest you accidentally hit it by mistake…”

“At that time, he couldn't pay back.”

He laughed until his whole body arched.

“Can't pay back?”

“Miss On, who are you threatening?”

The lights in the warehouse turned on. Each row of finished products is covered with dust-proof tarpaulin. The fabric rolls are neatly arranged. In the innermost corner are more than a dozen sealed wooden crates, with an old-fashioned red seal on the corner. Manager Trieu came closer and looked over.

“What kind of trash is this?”

“Get it all out.”

I immediately stood in front of the boxes.

“Don't touch this stuff.”

He seemed to have caught a weakness.

“Hide treasure here?”

My father's expression slightly changed.

“Duong Duong...”

I shook my head. Manager Trieu just raised his hand to open the lid of the box. Uncle Tran walked in from outside the door.