Chapter 5 — The Darkness After a Model Marriage

"Proactively report. If you wait for me to collect all the evidence and then hand it over to the police, the story will be completely different."Her lip trembled. Not out of fear. But because of anger. "Tham Nghien Dinh, on what basis did you..." "Based on the fact that your mother sold the old house." That sentence fell. She didn't open her mouth anymore. I entered the elevator. The door slowly closed. Tran Nham's phone called. "President Tham, the recording has been obtained." "Send it to me." A few seconds later, an audio clip was sent. I wear headphones. A voice rang out. That's my voice. But with a bit of unnatural hoarseness. "Mom, the company's capital turnover is a bit stressful, is it convenient for you?" Mother's voice came from the phone. "How much?" "Five hundred thousand. I will pay it back three days later." "Okay, mom, send it to me." The audio ended. I leaned against the elevator wall. Close your eyes. That voice was completely similar to the voice Lam Vu Hang had just imitated in the hallway. The elevator door opened. 5I walked into the office. Tran Nham stood at the door, handing me another set of documents. "There are results of tracing the money flow." I opened it. After Lam Vu Hang's account receives the money transferred by her mother, the money will be dispersed and transferred within twenty-four hours. A portion is put into an investment account. A part was transferred to secretary To Uyen Thanh's account. Part is withdrawn into cash. Total amount: Fourteen million two hundred thousand. Plus six million from mortgaging the old house. A total of nearly twenty million. “One more thing.” Tran Nham said. "Say." "Lately Lam Vu Hang is going through procedures to go abroad." "Going where?" "Australia." "When did you apply?" "Two weeks ago." Two weeks ago. They want to transfer money out and leave. Bring your mother's money. Turn memories in the old house into plane tickets. "Freeze his entire account." "Understood." "In addition, notify the company's legal department to prepare a lawsuit." "Sue who?" "Lam Vu Hang and all those involved." Tran Nham paused. "Including General Director To?" I looked at him. "If the evidence points to her, then yes." Tran Nham nodded and left. I was the only one left in the office. I opened my phone. Find a photo of the old house. The photo was taken last year. The cinnamon tree in the yard is still there. Mom stood in front of the door, smiling and waving. Now that tree no longer belongs to our house. The same goes for the other door. I looked at the photo for a long time without saying anything. After that, I called my mother. "Mom." "Nghien Dinh, what's going on?" "Soon you will be transferred back." There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds. "Can you get it back?" "Maybe." "Can you catch that person?" "Maybe." Mom was silent for a moment. "Nghien Dinh, I don't blame anyone. I just miss that house." "I know." "When my father died, he said I had to protect the house." "I'll protect you." Hanging up the phone, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass door. The sunlight is very bright. But the darkness within is deeper than the light. The account freezing procedure was completed that afternoon. The bank responded very quickly. Four accounts under Lam Vu Hang's name are restricted from transactions, with a total balance of less than five hundred thousand. "Most of the money has been transferred." Tran Nham stood in front of the reporting desk. "Transferred to where?" "Part of it is in his own investment account, not under our freezing authority. The rest is dispersed through many small transactions, requiring time to trace." "Does he himself know that the account is frozen?" "Must know. The banking system will automatically send a notification message." I nodded. "Then just wait for him to come find me." Not unexpected. Just after work time, Lam Vu Hang appeared in front of my office door.

No appointment. No notice. He directly pushed the door and walked in. The door hit the wall, making a dull sound. He stood at the door, not sitting down. "President Tham, why is my account frozen?" His voice was very cold. The innocence and radiance have disappeared, replaced by a tense look. "Suspected of fraud." I didn't raise my head. "Where's the evidence?" "The audio recording and transfer history." "Can the audio recording be used as evidence?" "Voice assessment in progress." He was silent for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing. That smile carried the brutality of someone forced into a corner. "Do you think I'm easy to bully?" I put down my pen and looked at him. "How do you feel?" "I'm General Manager To's person." "So?" "If you touch me, General Manager To won't agree." I leaned against the back of the chair. "Are you threatening me or reminding me?" "I'm telling you, this is not that simple." "Do I know this?" simple." He took a step forward. "Do you think I came up with this idea?" The atmosphere was silent. I looked at him. "What do you mean it's not something you thought of?" The corners of his lips moved slightly. He wanted to say something but swallowed it.