Chapter 9 — The Day You Sent Me To Jail

Footsteps walked towards the door. When he reached the door, his steps stopped.

“Khuong Duong.”

I don't turn around.

"What cousin?"

On the lake, a tourist boat passed by, dragging a long trail of white water. I looked at that streak of water, the corners of my lips curled up slightly.

“Guess what.”

The door closed. The sound of footsteps disappeared into the hallway. I stood in front of the window, alone for a long time. Fingers tightened around the seam on the side of the dress. Knuckles turn white. Not because of stress. It's because of... the look in his eyes when he looked at me. It was as if he was meeting me for the first time. It's been 4 years. He finally looked at me. But it's too late. 【Chapter 7】 The second day after Tham Yen Bach left. Tham Thi's shares continued to fall to the floor. Day three, still a drama. After 3 consecutive dramatic sessions, Tham Thi's capitalization value has evaporated by more than 4 billion. Institutional investors began to sell off simultaneously. The partner bank sends a document, requesting additional collateral. Debt collection phone calls from suppliers call the Finance department. After just one night, the huge, flashy, unmatched Tham Thi corporation... began to shake. Uncle Tien regularly sends me a summary newsletter every day. The content of the summary was as cold as a war newspaper. 【Day D+3: Thi Tham's credit rating was downgraded. Two partner banks have frozen their credit limits.】 【Day D+4: Hua Nhuoc Tinh's father's company tried to inject capital to save the market, but was vetoed by the Board of Directors. Reason: Hua Thi's scale is not large enough, even pouring it in would be a waste of time.】 【Day D+5: Tham Yen Bach did not appear at the company for two days in a row. Someone saw him still sitting in the office at 3 am.】 【Additional day D+5: His newlywed wife Hua Nhuoc Tinh posted a status, saying "Husband is too busy, had to postpone the honeymoon". Accompanied by a sad face emoji.】 When I read the last news, I was sitting in a cafe in Zurich's old town. It's drizzling outside. The paved road was wet, passersby hurriedly passed by using umbrellas. Postpone the honeymoon. Dry. I put down the phone and used a spoon to stir the latte. Lawyer Lieu sat opposite, chewing a croissant and using a laptop to process documents.

“Miss.” She suddenly looked up, “There is a situation.”

“Say it.”

"This morning Tham Yen Bach sent a personal email. Not to Chinh Hang, but to... you."

“Send it to me?”

"Sent to your personal email address. It's the Gmail address you used with a fake name to register."

I took the computer she passed over. Emails are very short. No greeting, no signature at the end of the letter. There is only one sentence.

— "I need to meet and talk to you. Not as Chairman Tham Thi. But as me personally."

I stared at that sentence for 5 seconds. Then return the computer to lawyer Lieu.

“No answer.”

“Understood.”

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes darting out the window. The rain fell heavier. The stone road surface had a thin layer of water, reflecting the outlines of the buildings opposite, swaying and swaying, just like a broken mirror. He said, "As an individual." What kind of personality? Ex-boyfriend? The guy who sent me to prison? Or... guys suddenly discovered that he had just lost an unknown treasure, so he hurriedly wanted to retrieve it? Are not. Whatever the status, it's too late. I am not the item he dropped. I took the initiative to leave. These two things are completely different in nature. Evening. In the hotel room. I finished showering and stepped out, my wet hair falling over my shoulders. While sitting on the edge of the bed drying my hair, my phone vibrated. A WeChat message.