Chapter 16 — Unlock Message 8.72 Billion After Divorce

"Let me handle it."

That very night. Grandpa's biopsy results are in. Butler Chu called me. His voice trembled so much that he was almost speechless.

"Miss..."

"...malignant tumor."

"The doctor said..."

"...must have surgery as soon as possible."

I tightened my grip on the phone. Hands are cold.

"When is the surgery?"

"The doctor said..."

"...preferably this week."

I took a deep breath.

"I'll be right back."

I hung up. Gently close your eyes for exactly one second. Then take the bag. Leave the office. When the car stopped in front of the To family's mansion. Grandpa was resting in his room. Saw me coming in. He reluctantly smiled.

"It's nothing serious."

"Don't make that face."

"Grandpa..."

He gently raised his hand. Signaled me to sit down.

"Listen to him."

"The surgery..."

"...you will."

"But before that..."

"...there's something I have to tell you."

"What's going on?"

"Trinh Vien has returned."

I was stunned.

"You know?"

He nodded slightly.

"I knew it earlier than you did."

"Twelve years ago..."

"...you chased Trinh Vien out of To Thi."

"He..."

"...never give up."

"How many years..."

"...he's still quietly accumulating power."

"Just waiting for the right opportunity."

I couldn't hide my surprise.

"So why didn't you tell me?"

He looked at me for a long time.

"Because..."

"...you want to see."

"Do you have the ability to cope on your own?"

He smiled.

"You're old."

"Your health is no longer the same as before."

"Before and after what..."

"...To Thi Group must also be handed over to you."

"If even one Trinh Vien..."

"...I can't cope either."

"Then you won't feel secure leaving To Thi in my care."

I called softly:

"Grandpa..."

He smiled gently.

"But now it seems..."

"...you did very well."

In his eyes... A glint of joy sparkled. Then he slowly continued.

"There's just one thing..."

"...there's still one thing."

"Maybe you don't know yet."

"What is it?"

"In Trinh Vien's hands..."

"...holding something."

"That thing..."

"...is To Thi's biggest weakness."

I was immediately tense.

"Twenty years ago."

"When To Thi auctioned the first plot of land..."

"...there was a hidden transaction."

"At that time..."

"...your father is still alive."

"It was my father who handled it directly."

"And Trinh Vien..."

"...is the one who does it."

"So..."

"...all original documents..."

"...are all in his hands."

My heart felt like it was falling to the bottom of an abyss.

"If those documents are made public..."

Grandfather gently closed his eyes.

"To Thi will face a huge fine."

"Even..."

"...was at risk of being prosecuted for criminal liability."

"Even though the statute of limitations for prosecution has now expired."

"But if exposed by the media..."

"...reputation of To Thi Group..."

"...and the stock price..."

"...will suffer the blow of destruction."

I looked at him.

"So..."

"All these years..."

"...Trinh Vien hasn't used that card yet."

"He is waiting for the most suitable opportunity. Waiting until he holds the necessary shares, then uses that card to force us to submit."

Grandfather gently closed his eyes.

"To Niem, I can't handle this anymore. Leave it to me."

"Grandpa, first you should recuperate well..."

"Listen to him." He opened his eyes, his gaze extremely serious. "You also know about Chu Chi Vien."

I was stunned.

“You know him that..."

"He's been following you for twenty years. But in the past half year, I have often asked for leave. Each time off coincides with Trieu Duc Hai's schedule. You're not blind."

"Then why don't you..."

"Because there are chess pieces, leaving them on the board is more useful than removing them. Through Chu Chi Vien, he deliberately let Trieu Duc Hai receive a lot of fake news. For example, his illness. It's true that the doctor once said that if he didn't have surgery, he only had half a year to a year left. But that is in the absence of treatment. If the surgery is successful, he can still live another ten years."

I silently looked at my grandfather. An old man over eighty years old, lying on a hospital bed, was still playing chess with his opponent move by move.

"So you deliberately let Trieu Duc Hai think that you were about to succumb, forcing him to act early?"

"If he continues to be patient for another two years, quietly gathering shares to over thirty percent, then we will truly fall into a passive position. But now he is in a hurry. I only have twenty percent in hand, which is still not enough."

"Grandpa..."

"Okay, don't get emotional anymore. Hurry and go do your work. The day after tomorrow he will have surgery. Until he steps out of the operating room, To Thi still has the last name To."

I stood up and walked to the door.

"You must be safe."

He just gently waved his hand. When I walked out of the room, my eyes were hot. But I don't have time to be sad. There are only three days left until the Extraordinary General Meeting of Shareholders. Trinh Vien's side currently holds twenty percent of the shares. Even if we attract other shareholders, it will only increase about twenty-five percent at most. As for me, the To family holds fifty-one percent, plus Co Thua Trach's five percent, for a total of fifty-six percent. In terms of votes, I still prevail. But Trinh Vien still holds a fatal card in his hand. Those are all the documents related to To Thi's shady transactions twenty years ago.