The news spread within minutes.
Every screen carried the same headline.
Nguyen Khang.
Fraud. Corruption. Illegal transactions.
Inside Nguyen Group, chaos erupted instantly.
“President Nguyen, reporters are outside.”
“The stock is crashing.”
“The regulators are demanding an explanation.”
Voices overlapped. Panic filled the entire building.
But Khang did not move.
He stood in his office, eyes fixed on the screen.
Cold. Silent. Thinking.
“This isn’t random,” he said slowly.
The assistant froze.
“Sir?”
Khang’s gaze darkened.
“This was planned.”
Every step was too precise.
Lan. The money. The shares.
And now this.
Someone had been building this trap for a long time.
And now it had finally closed.
“Block all outgoing statements,” he ordered.
The assistant hesitated.
“But
