Chapter 7 — When he returned, the house had been transferred to someone else's name

I type each word.

“Bach Vy, put away your victim appearance.”

"The other day, when you knew he was married and still hung around with him, and then posted provocative insinuations about me on social networks, why didn't you find him disgusting?"

“When you happily accepted gifts bought with my money, staying in a house built with lies, dreaming of a future where you don't need to work and still have it all…”

“Why didn't you see that he was a fraud at that time?”

“Avalanches happen, no snowflake is innocent.”

“You are not a victim.”

“You're just a speculator who failed because he bet on the wrong person.”

“Stop looking for me.”

“I'm not interested in hearing a loser complain that the market isn't working out.”

Finish sending that message. I directly pulled her into the blacklist. I don't want to continue to be associated with those rotten people any longer. But sometimes troubles actively find you. That day, when I walked out of the library, it was already dark. While preparing to cross the street, my phone suddenly showed a notification of a new email. The sender's name is: He has changed his email address. My heart sank slightly. I opened the email. The contents inside made my whole body cold. There aren't any lengthy paragraphs. There is only one photo. That's a photo taken under the apartment building where I live. In the corner of the photo there is an Asian man leaning against the car smoking. His eyes stared towards my apartment floor. Below is a text sent by Chu Minh:

“To Tinh, I can't find you.”

“But I can pay someone else to find it.”

“If I don't have a home to go back to.”

“Then you don't want to have a peaceful home.”

“I can't live comfortably.”

“Then you don't want to live comfortably.”

“Let's continue playing slowly.”

A cold stream immediately ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. He is like an unjust soul clinging to him and not letting go. Even though they are separated by the entire Pacific Ocean. Still trying to reach out his toxic hands towards me. That moment. My fingers holding the phone were numb. The Vancouver night wind blew past me. Cold to the bone. I raised my head and looked towards my apartment building. The building is still lit. Warm and peaceful in the middle of the night. But now in my eyes. It's like a trap that's silently lurking in danger. I didn't go back home. But turned around and walked into a 24-hour coffee shop next door. Find the most hidden corner and sit down. I need to calm down. Because Chu Minh's threat... Absolutely wasn't just an empty threat. He is inherently a narcissistic and stubborn type of person. Once self-esteem is completely crushed, anything crazy can happen. He himself did not dare to come. But he has money. He can hire someone else. And I am now living alone in a foreign land. Report to the police? An anonymous threatening email and a blurry photo are not enough to constitute evidence. At most, the police will only make a report. Then remind me to pay attention to safety. Fear is like an invisible net. Tighten it little by little. I raised my coffee cup. The hot liquid flowed down my throat. But it is completely impossible to dispel the cold in the body. I stared at the photo on my phone. The man is standing next to the car that car. Maybe he was just an innocent passerby. It's a picture Chu Minh randomly took from the internet to scare me. But maybe... He's really there. Right below the building I live in. Watching my every move. I can't bet. I forced myself to stay calm. The mind operates at high speed. There is only one way to sit and wait for death. I must counterattack. Furthermore, it must have been a fatal blow. A blow that Chu Minh could never get up from. There is no possibility of continuing to bother me anymore. I took out my notebook and pen. Start drawing the relationship diagram. Bach Vy's uncle. That investment apartment. Fake cash flow records. All the clues gradually connected into a straight line in my head. Chu Minh's weakness is not me. Not his parents.