Chapter 11 — The Day You Sent Me To Jail

But so what? Once I find him, do I have to meet him? Saturday. Tham Thi shares did not fall to the floor. Because someone took charge. Not Tham Yen Bach herself. It's Hua Nhuoc Tinh's father. Hua Thi real estate company used a sum of about 800 million to pump into the market to save prices, and at the same time, Tham Thi also released a so-called "Strategic Restructuring Notice", announcing the introduction of a new strategic investment partner. At the end of the session, the stock price reluctantly moved up to green. Uncle Tien sent an analysis report. 【Uncle Tien: Hua Thi's 800 million is just a measure to stop the bleeding. Currently, Tham Thi is short of about 3 billion. Hua Thi herself doesn't have much to spare, this 800 million is probably the bottom of the warehouse.】 【Uncle Tien: In the short term, the price can be maintained. But if Chinh Hang does not withdraw his application for divestment, in the medium and long term, Tham Thi still cannot bear it.】 【Uncle Tien: This amount of money will probably last 2 months. Within 2 months, if you can't find a big guy willing to inject capital, you'll still go bankrupt as usual.】 2 months. I nodded. That's enough. Until now, I never thought I would actually force Tham Thi to delist from the stock exchange. I don't want to destroy the Tham group. More than 20,000 employees of Tham Thi, they are not at fault. Suppliers, partners, small shareholders... they are all not at fault. What I want is just to make Tham Yen Bach suffer once. I've had enough pain, I'll stop. But now it's still not enough. He still wasn't in enough pain. He just had his stock price drop, lost face, and was saved by his father-in-law. He still hasn't... Really lost anything. The morning of the eighth day. I'm sitting at breakfast in the new hotel's restaurant. Everything is still normal. Until someone appeared in front of my table. Not Tham Yen Bach. It's Hua Nhuoc Tinh. She wore a camel-colored coat, long flowing hair, and extremely sophisticated makeup. In her hand she carried a Hermes bag, her nails were painted nude pink. She stood facing me, her eyes slightly red.

“Are you Khuong Duong?”

I stopped cutting the croissant and looked up at her.

“Who are you?”

Of course I know who she is. But I want her to say it herself. She bit her lip.

"I am Hua Nhuoc Tinh. Tham Yen Bach's wife."

“Oh.” I continued cutting the bread, "Please sit down."

She doesn't sit.

“Why did you do that?”

“What does that mean?”

"Withdraw capital from Tham Thi. You know that doing so will destroy Yen Bach..."

“Miss Hua.” I interrupted her, put a piece of cake in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"First, my withdrawal of capital from Tham Thi is a commercial decision. Chinh Hang's investors have the right to protect their own interests."

“Second,” I looked straight into her eyes, “what's the use of you looking for me? You should go find her husband. Ask him why he sent a woman to jail.”

Hua Nhuoc Tinh's face suddenly turned pale.

“What do you mean?”

“Don't you know?” I tilted my head, a faint smile on my face, "Didn't your husband tell you?"

"Two days before your wedding, he used his connections to send his ex-girlfriend to detention. The reason was... he was afraid that she would come and ruin the wedding."

“That ex-girlfriend is me.”

“And I, incidentally, am the owner of a large investment fund best for his company.”

“What a coincidence.”

Hua Nhuoc Tinh's lips trembled. Her hand tightened around the handle of her bag, her fingers turning white.

“He… he didn't tell me this.”

“Of course not.” I picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth, "He'll just tell you... 'Duong Duong has been so chaotic lately, he needs to calm down a bit'."

“Isn't that right?”

Hua Nhuoc Tinh took a step back. Her eye rims became even redder. But she didn't cry.