Chapter 11 — Your Own Face

Three days later. Trust fund records extracted. What my mother left behind... Not just an old house. 6% of Van Hoa's shares in the early stages of establishment. It was my mother who helped Van Hoa get its first distribution source. She received these shares. After she passed away. All shares are held in someone else's name. The person named... is Khuong Thanh Hai. I stared at the file. The fingers tighten little by little. Pho Nghien Tu sat opposite. I raised my head.

"So..."

"For seven years working in Van Hoa..."

"...actually I was already a shareholder."

"My mother left her shares to the company."

"And they..."

"...using that same company to kick me out."

Pho Nghien Tu said nothing. I smiled slightly. The date of the shareholders' meeting. Khuong Thanh Hai and Khuong Van Van arrived very early. He thought... I just came to cause trouble. Until my lawyer placed the file on the board secretary's desk. Director Vuong was the first to stand up.

"President Khuong."

"The shares that you are holding in your name..."

"...is there a dispute?"

Khuong Thanh Hai still tried to stay calm.

"It's just an internal family matter."

My lawyer immediately spoke up.

"This is not a family matter."

"Ms. Khuong Nam So has officially submitted an application to confirm ownership."

"At the same time..."

"...all profits distributed in the past will also be examined."

The entire meeting room immediately stirred. Khuong Van Van impatiently stood up.

"Everyone, don't listen to her!"

"She just wants to rob my father's property!"

I slowly sat down.

"Whom do I rob?"

Khuong Van Van pointed straight at my face.

"I'm married to Pho Nghien Tu."

"Are you still short of money?"

I looked at her.

"There's no shortage of money..."

"...so other people have the right to steal?"

No one stood up to defend Khuong Van Van. Khuong Thanh Hai gritted his teeth.

"Do you really have to do this?"

I looked straight at him.

"It was dad who kicked me out of Van Hoa first."

"That's the company's decision."

I nodded slightly.

"Then..."

"The matter of getting back the shares that belong to me..."

"...just following the rules."

Director Vuong gently cleared his throat.

"If Ms. Khuong's ownership of shares is confirmed..."

"...then the structure of seats on the board of directors will have to be recalculated."

Khuong Van Van was bewildered.

"What...what do you mean?"

Lam Thu stood behind me. Her voice wasn't loud, but loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"That means..."

"Ms. Nam So is not just a Brand Director."

"But also a shareholder."

The meeting room immediately rang out in breaths of surprise. The way Tong Hoai An looked at me completely changed. No more being cautious.

"I can help you coordinate this matter."

Pho Nghien Tu was still sitting in the audience row. From beginning to end, he didn't say anything. I calmly replied.

"No need."

Tong Hoai An paused.

"General Manager Tong."

"You used to choose whose side you were on..."

"...I still remember it very clearly."

The last general meeting of shareholders could not continue. Khuong Thanh Hai requested a postponement. I don't object. Exit to the hallway. Khuong Thanh Hai blocked my way.

"The shares my mother left me in the past..."

"...it's for dad to keep."

I calmly replied.

"Then..."

"Bring out the books."

He shouted angrily big.

"Do you have to force your father to death?"

I looked straight at him.

"Don't equate books with life."

Khuong Thanh Hai's face immediately turned pale. Right at that moment. Khuong Van Van ran over.

"I beg you."

This is the first time... She called me in such a soft voice. I looked at her.

"What are you asking me for?"

"Don't take the old house back."

"My wedding family has already made a promise to the groom's family."

I asked leisurely.

"Your wedding house..."

"...what does it have to do with me?"

Khuong Van Van's tears immediately fell.

"My boyfriend's family all know about it."

"If you don't have a home..."

"...they will look down on you."

I calmly looked at her.

"So when you stand in front of everyone..."

"...saying I rely on men..."

"...have you ever thought..."

"...will others also look down on me?"

Khuong Van Van was speechless. I continued walking. She rushed forward and grabbed my bag.

"You can't go!"

The bag strap broke. All documents inside fell to the floor. Many people in the hallway stopped at the same time. Pho Nghien Tu immediately walked over quickly. I bent down to pick up the documents before him. I looked at Khuong Van Van.

"Khuong Van Van."

She is still crying. I picked up the broken bag string. Put it in her hand.

"You always say I won't give in to you."

"Today..."

"...I will yield."

"Give it to me..."

"...repay."