Chapter 10 — Three Years of Patience, in exchange for the entire Co Thi Group

By noon the next day. Tuong Dung directly rushed to the company. The news of Co Thi changing ownership spread throughout Giang Thanh at breakneck speed. She couldn't accept it. My daughter-in-law was oppressed by me for three years. Yet, overnight, he became the largest shareholder of Co Thi Group. Become her own boss. Tuong Dung seemed crazy. Despite all obstacles. Rush straight to the top floor. Enter the Chairman's office. This place was formerly Co Hoai's office. It is a symbol of Co Thi's supreme power. But this time. The person sitting in that general manager's chair. It's me again.

“Tham Niem!”

“This slut!”

“What fox tricks did you use to rob our company?!”

“Get off me right now!”

“That's my son's position!”

She screamed and rushed forward. Wanted to pull me out of my chair. But he didn't even have time to touch me. Tham Quyet and his bodyguard team stopped him. Tuong Dung was held tightly in place. Looks like a crazy woman. From start to finish. I wasn't angry at all. Just calmly looked at her. It's like watching a clown trying to perform. I raised my hand. Press the intercom button on the desk. Right away. The giant LED screen on the opposite side lit up. One by one, surveillance videos began to play. In the video. Tuong Dung took advantage of his position in the finance department. Continuously transfer company money to relatives' accounts at mother's side. Each transaction. Each document. Each bank receipt. Shows clearly every detail. Not a single amount was missed. The total amount of money misappropriated is so large. Enough for her to live the rest of her life in prison. Tuong Dung's cursing immediately fell silent. She looked at the screen. Legs are soft. His face was as white as paper.

“No way…”

“This is all fake!”

“You slandered me!”

“It was you who fabricated the evidence!”

His voice trembled to the point of almost breaking. I leisurely raised my cup of coffee. Take a small sip. Then slowly opened his mouth.

“Real or fake?”

“The police will investigate themselves.”

I put down the coffee cup. Cold eyes.

“These evidences.”

"Along with all the denunciations related to her acts of usurpation of position and embezzlement of public funds."

“Half an hour ago.”

“My lawyer filed it with the Economic Investigation Bureau.”

I looked at the clock. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

“If we count the time.”

“They should be coming soon.”

Just finished speaking.

“Knock knock knock.”

The doorbell rang. Tham Quyet walked over and opened the door. Right after that. Several uniformed policemen entered the office. The leader presented documents and an arrest warrant.

“Mrs. Tuong Dung.”

"She is suspected of being involved in a case of usurpation of position with a particularly large amount of money."

“Please follow us to coordinate the investigation.”

That moment. All the strength in Tuong Dung's body seemed to be drained. She fell to the floor with a thud. But his mouth still kept cursing.

“Tham Niem!”

“You wicked woman!”

“You will not die properly!”

The cold handcuffs locked the hands that were once covered with jade bracelets and expensive jewelry. When the police escorted her past me. I slowly stood up. Step by step progress. Stop in front of her. Calmly looked at his face distorted by resentment. Then gently open your mouth.

“Tuong Dung.”

“The day you pushed my daughter down inside family banquet.”

“The day she pointed at her face and scolded her for being a bastard.”

I looked straight into her eyes. The voice was cold to the bone.

“You should have thought about today.”

That whole process. Co Hoai was standing outside the door. He sees it all. Seeing my mother wearing handcuffs. Look at my mother being escorted away by the police. Like a dog that has lost its owner. He wanted to rush to stop it. But I don't have enough courage. There is also no longer any ability to save. His eyes looked at me. From resentment. Surprising. Then finally... Turned into fear. First time. He really understood. I'm not joking. Every sentence I say. They are gradually becoming a reality. In just a few short days. His world. Completely collapsed. Loss of company. Lost everything. Finally, Co Hoai also started his performance. A late love play titled:

“The crematorium of the deceased.”

Every early morning. He all appeared under the Tham Thi Group building. Rain as well as sunshine. Never absent. In hand is always a large bouquet of white roses. The flower I used to love the most. The other hand carries a thermos box. Inside was the breakfast he made himself. The foods I used to like the most. He started sending me very long messages. It's so long that it takes forever to finish.