Chapter 2 — Single Dog Boss Becomes My Husband

Phuong Tu Nam's smile suddenly stiffened on his face. Ky Ngon didn't pay any attention to him, his eyes were precisely locked straight on me, his tone as if he was reading code: "Miss Lam Mac, based on data analysis, I am the most optimal choice among the three candidates. This is my proposal plan, a total of 108 pages, please take a look." Having said that, he actually took out a thick planning book from his briefcase. I was completely dumbfounded. What kind of magical plot is this? But the mystery is not over yet. At the door, a man wearing a high-class black suit appeared, behind a team of bodyguards. As soon as you entered, the atmosphere immediately fell into absolute silence. His eyes scanned the whole room, finally stopping on me. His voice was not loud, but no one dared to refute: "Stop arguing." An assistant behind him stepped up and respectfully handed three sets of documents to Luc Tram Uyen, Phuong Tu Nam and Ky Ngon. “This is the agreement that Mr. Tham just signed,” the assistant announced, keeping his cold face, “He acquired Luc Thi Group, Phuong Thien Group, and Ky Diem Technology.” The whole room fell into dead silence. I felt like my chin was about to fall to the ground. Tham Duc! — someone who only exists in financial legends, a capitalist shark that almost monopolizes the lifeblood of half the economic sector! You… he came too? Tham Duc stepped in front of me, lowered his head, looked down, and said: "Now, all three of them, plus you... are under my control." Luc Tram Uyen, Phuong Tu Nam, Ky Ngon - three people who were originally at the top of the food chain - now each of their faces is more unsightly than the other. In the office, four top-level men all focused their eyes on me. That look... as if it wanted to swallow me alive on the spot. Finally, they asked almost in unison: "Lam Mac, who did you choose?" I was so scared by this battle that my legs felt weak, my brain felt like it was short-circuiting, and I blurted out: "Children have to choose... I... I want it all!" As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately regretted it. I saw the faces of the other four men, from black as the bottom of a pot to purple like pig liver. Done. Today I'm sure I will die. 3 As soon as the words "I want it all" were uttered, the temperature in the room immediately dropped to freezing. I just wanted to bite my tongue off on the spot. “I was just joking!” I waved my hands frantically, trying to put out the fire. "Oh? Are you joking?" Phuong Tu Nam was the first to laugh, but that smile never reached his eyes: "Baby, my sincerity... is not for joking." “From a probability perspective, this joke of yours has a 99.9% chance of causing catastrophic consequences.” Ky Ngon added with deadly calmness. Tham Duc didn't say anything, just looked at me with colder eyes, as if he was observing a prey that didn't know its own strength. In the end, it was Luc Tram Uyen who broke the situation. He slammed down on the table, the resounding sound startled everyone. “Everyone out for me!” He pointed straight to the door and shouted at Phuong Tu Nam and Ky Ngon: "This is my company, my office!" “Mr. Luc,” Tham Duc's assistant took a step forward, his tone was calm but no less firm, “Legally, this place is now Mr. Tham's property.” Luc Tram Uyen's face was dark darkened to the point where it couldn't get any darker. Four men stood in my small office, facing off in silence, the smell of gunpowder so thick it was choking. I was stuck in the middle, feeling like in just a second I would be torn to pieces. This drama finally ended with Tham Duc's words: "That's it for today. Give Miss Lam some time to think." They left, and I slumped down in my chair, feeling like I had just fought a World War. Luc Tram Uyen did not leave, he closed the door and sat down in the chairman's chair. “Lam Mac.” He called my name, his tone returned to calm — but that calmness scared me even more than the anger from before. “Mr. Luc, I was wrong.” I immediately stood up and bowed ninety degrees. “Where did you go wrong?” “I shouldn't go online and talk nonsense…” “Your biggest mistake,” he interrupted, staring at me with deep eyes, “is that after teasing them, you still wanted to retreat safely.” My heart stopped for a beat. "From today," he leaned back in his chair, ten fingers clasped together, "you will be in charge of the project in the West area. Don't you want a CEO to allow you to have Saturdays and Sundays off? I give you this opportunity. If you do well, let alone take two days off, the whole company can be yours. If you don't do well..." He paused, the corners of his lips curling up in a cold smile. “Then go explain it to the three of them yourself.” It was dark before my eyes. The project in the West is the company's hardest bone, whoever admits it is deadly. This is clearly blatant retaliation! “Mr. Luc, I'm just a content employee, I can't…” I tried to protest. "Cannot?" He raised his eyebrows at me, "Then resign. Go find Phuong Tu Nam, Ky Ngon, or Tham Duc. I believe they will welcome you." He has blocked all retreats. I gritted my teeth, and from between my teeth, two words came out: "I accept." 4 In the days that followed, my life was more miserable than death. Luc Tram Uyen said he would do it, actually throwing the West area project straight to me. Every day I spin like a pinwheel, running around between the company, construction site and customers, without stopping. The other three "suitors" also refused to settle down. Phuong Tu Nam filled the company's reception desk with flowers. Ky Ngon sent an AI butler to monitor my life 24/7, even the time I went to the bathroom was analyzed into a chart, and "suggested" - "Each time should not exceed 5 minutes to improve work efficiency." As for Tham Duc... the most dangerous. My parents' old house had a broken water pipe. The next day a construction team came to do the entire electrical and water system for free. When I was worried about managing capital for the project, the partner suddenly announced that a "Mr. Tham" had paid the entire amount in advance. He kept penetrating my life little by little, leaving me unable to refuse. I felt like I was being hunted by three wolves and a tiger at the same time, living on the brink of collapse every day. As for my boss, Luc Tram Uyen, he was like a cold audience. Every day he checks my progress and criticizes my project badly. “With data like this, interns can do better than you.” “The market survey report is written like elementary school literature, rewritten.” "Lam Mac, is your ability limited to this level? I advise you to get married soon, don't waste company resources." I was scolded to the point of dog blood sprayed all over his head, almost threw his resignation letter in his face several times. But thinking of the three more difficult "great Buddhas" still waiting out there, I could only swallow my tears. I'm patient. The turning point happened on a stormy night. To keep up with the bidding proposal, I stayed at the company alone to work overtime. At two o'clock in the morning, I finally finished and leaned back in my chair exhausted. When I was about to fall asleep, the office door suddenly opened. The person who entered was Luc Tram Uyen. It was clear he had just finished a social gathering, he still had a slight smell of alcohol, but his eyes were very alert. “Why are you still here?” He frowned and asked. “Finish the project.” My voice is hoarse. He walked to my desk, picked up the thick proposal, and flipped through each page. I looked at him nervously, mentally ready to be criticized to the point where I no longer had a piece of armor left. But this time, he didn't say anything. After reading it, he put down the file and looked up at me. “Let's go, I'll take you home.” I was stunned. “Want to stay at the company overnight?” He raised his eyebrows. I quickly packed my things and followed him out of the company. The rain fell very heavily. The car was quiet, only the sound of rain tapping on the window. I leaned against the window, looking at the street scene moving quickly behind me, suddenly feeling extremely warm and angry. Not a word was said, but tears fell again. “Cry?” He suddenly opened his mouth. I quickly wiped my tears, my voice stiffened: "No, it's just... water in my eyes." He didn't expose me, just stopped the car on the side of the road, took out a box from the glove compartment and gave it to me. It's a box of strawberry cake.