Chapter 11 — The Mysterious Heir

Phuong Nhu sat on the ground, completely devastated. A sense of superiority that she was always proud of. The old phone and old clothes she thought she was giving away. In front of a real lady, everything was just like a clown's antics that made people laugh out loud.
"Alright."
I handed the microphone to the host, too lazy to look at them one more time.
“Security, please get these uninvited guests out.”
“By the way, inform the cooperation department.”
Thoi Canh Tham calmly added a sentence, directly sentencing the Phuong family to death.
“Starting tomorrow, cut off the entire capital chain and business cooperation relationship of Phuong Thi Group.”
“In Kinh City, I don't want to hear this name anymore.”
Several bodyguards dressed in black immediately stepped forward, like dragging dead dogs, dragging the three people of Phuong Chinh Hoa who were crying in despair out of the banquet room. No one agrees with them. In this game of power, they are not even qualified to be sacrificial pawns. Luc Muc Da stood under the stage, whistled loudly and raised his glass of wine.
“Sister Am, welcome home!”
All the guests in the hall seemed to have just woken up from a dream, raising their glasses at the same time and shouting in the most respectful voice:
“Welcome home, young lady!”
I looked at the bright lights and gently clinked my glass with the old man.
“This time it's finally completely quiet.”
End of the whole story