Chapter 1 — The Day You Sent Me To Jail

Because he wanted to marry "white moonlight", he used his connections to send me to prison. On his wedding day, my true identity was revealed. He brought someone to pick me up that night. The prison guard scratched his head: "That girl... left three days ago." Go? I'm not going. But I was holding 62% of his company's shares, flying first class. 【Chapter 1】 The sound of the iron door closing sounded so dull. It was like a slap right in my face. I stood in the detention center lobby, wearing a crumpled jumpsuit, with red marks still on my wrists from being pressed down earlier.

“Khuong Duong.”

The female police officer sitting opposite read my name, looked up at me, her eyes held a bit of indescribable meaning.

“Disturbing public order, detention for 15 days.”

Disrupting public order. I chewed these six words over and over again in my head. Three hours ago, I just stood in Tham Yen Bach's office and asked him exactly one question:

“Is the name on the wedding invitation Hua Nhuoc Tinh?”

He didn't even glance at me. Still holding a pen to sign documents, tie tied without a wrinkle, cufflinks reflecting the cold light.

“Khuong Duong, you've been causing a lot of trouble lately.”

It's too chaotic. I followed him for 4 years. From the time he was Deputy General Director of Tham Thi Group, until he sat on the Chairman's chair. I used to stop drinking for him and stay up all night with him. When he relapsed with his stomach illness, I was the one running around the city at 3 a.m. looking for medicine. The day Hua Nhuoc Tinh returned home, he told his secretary to remove all my belongings from the General Director's office. There wasn't even a single "We're done" sentence. I just came to ask him one question. And his bodyguard burst in. Four men grabbed me by the armpits, dragged me out from the 32nd floor, and stuffed me into a black commercial vehicle. While I was struggling in the car, I heard the driver take a phone call.

“Boss Tham told me to lock him up for 15 days, after the wedding, then release him.”

The driver hung up and glanced at me through the rearview mirror:

"Miss Khuong, stop making trouble. Boss Tham's meaning is, he doesn't want you to do anything unsightly at his wedding."

My fingers tightened around the car seat. Nails dug into the leather, knuckles turned white. It turns out that's it. It's not me disturbing public order. But Tham Yen Bach was afraid that I would disrupt his wedding, so he locked me up first. The female police officer gave me a set of gray clothes.

“Change it.”

When I received the clothes, my hands didn't shake at all. There was no expression on his face. The female police officer must have seen this scene many times. She didn't ask anything else, just said one sentence after I finished changing:

"The signal is very weak in here, but you got a phone call. Do you want to tell your family?"

Family people. The corner of my lips twitched slightly. Tham Yen Bach probably always thought I was an orphan without any background. Anyway, for the past 4 years, I've always told him that.

“No need,” I replied.

The female police officer nodded and led me inside. Each iron door opened, then each door closed. The hallway light radiates white light, shining on the cement wall, just like the light in a morgue hospital. I was assigned to a detention room of 6 people. There were already 3 people inside. A middle-aged girl with wavy hair was sitting against the wall biting melon seeds, a young girl with a crew cut was doing push-ups, and an aunt in a nightgown was dozing. When I walked in, my sister bit the melon seed and looked up to evaluate me.

“Yo, newbie.”

She scanned me from head to toe.

"You look so young. What crime did you commit?"

“Disrupting public order.”

“That's all?” She sneered, "I thought you killed someone. Your crime here is the lightest, little sister."

I didn't say anything, found an empty seat and sat down. The iron bed is hard and causes pain in the back. I stared at the ceiling, my mind scrolling through every memory. Tham Yen Bach's hand signing documents. The bodyguards pulled me out. The driver's saying "get through the wedding and then let go". And Hua Nhuoc Tinh's face. That face, I've seen it before. Located in Tham Yen Bach's desk drawer is an old photo from 10 years ago. On the back of the photo is written the following text:

“Wait for me to come home.”

She's back. So I had to disappear. I closed my eyes. Not because of sleepiness. But because I need to think about what my next step should be. There are too many things Tham Yen Bach does not know. For example, the name Khuong Duong is just the name I randomly chose when I ran away from home at the age of 18. For example, my real last name he sees every day when he signs documents. It is printed right in the name of the shareholder holding the largest control of Tham Thi Group. I turned over, facing the wall. On the cement wall, someone used their fingernail to carve a line:

“I'll get out of here sooner or later.”

I looked at that text and suddenly found it funny. There's no need for "sooner or later" at all. Three days is enough. 【Chapter 2】 At 6 o'clock the next morning, there was a knock on the iron door. Not the warden. It was my sister biting melon seeds and patting my shoulder.

“Hey little sister, wake up. Someone's looking.”

I opened my eyes, my back stiffened. Sleeping on an iron bed one night, my bones felt like they were about to fall apart. Go through the hallway, to the visiting room. A layer of glass away, opposite is a man. Over 40 years old, round face, slightly chubby, wearing a gray polo shirt, looks like a middle school Physics teacher. But the watch on his wrist is enough to buy a villa. I sat down, picked up the phone receiver.

“Uncle Tien.”

The man opposite had slightly red eyes and his voice was very low.

"Miss, I came to pick you up. The old man knew about it and was angry and smashed the fish tank in the study..."

“Don't let him come.”

I interrupted. Uncle Tien was stunned.

“Miss?”

“I told you, don't let him come.” I leaned back in the chair, my voice very calm, "Don't let anyone in the house come. I'll handle it myself."

“But…”

“Uncle Tien.” I looked straight into his eyes, "Does Shen Yen Bach know my identity now?"

Uncle Tien shook his head:

"I don't know. For the past 4 years, according to my instructions, everyone has kept it a secret."

“Then continue to hide.”

Uncle Tien's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

“So what are you planning on doing?”

I looked down at my hand. There was still a bit of dust in the crevices of my fingernails from being pressed to the ground yesterday.

“The largest shareholder of Tham Thi Group is the Investment Fund Chinh Hang, right?”

“That's right. Chinh Hang holds 34% of Tham Thi's shares.”

“How many shares of Chinh Hang do you still have in your name?”

Uncle Tien stopped for a moment and took out his phone to look.

“She holds absolute control of 51% of Chinh Hang's shares. Plus the cross shares that Chinh Hang holds through subsidiaries... Calculated, her actual control rate over Tham Thi is 62%."

62%. Tham Yen Bach always thought he was the owner of Tham Thi.