CHAPTER 4: HE CAME FOR HER
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CHAPTER 4: HE CAME FOR HER
Nguyen Group headquarters had never been so chaotic.
Phones rang one after another.
Secretaries hurried through the hallways carrying stacks of documents.
The investor relations department was flooded with calls.
Inside the emergency conference room, executives spoke over one another.
"President Nguyen, our stock has dropped another six percent."
"Three major investors have suspended negotiations."
"The media keeps asking whether the rumors are true."
"Our competitors are already taking advantage of the situation."
Every report sounded worse than the previous one.
Panic slowly spread through the room.
Only one man remained perfectly still.
Nguyen Khang.
He stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
But everyone who knew him understood one thing.
The calmer he looked...
The angrier he became.
His assistant swallowed nervously before speaking again.
"We've investigated the source of yesterday's acquisition."
Khang didn't turn around.
"Who?"
The room became unusually quiet.
No one wanted to answer.
Finally, the assistant lowered his head.
"It was Miss Linh."
Silence.
Several executives exchanged uneasy glances.
Even the air seemed heavier.
A faint smile slowly appeared on Khang's lips.
Cold.
Disbelieving.
"The same Linh..."
"The woman who lived in my house for three years?"
Nobody answered.
Because nobody needed to.
The evidence was already on his desk.
Bank records.
Investment reports.
Share transfer agreements.
Everything pointed to one name.
Tran Linh.
The hidden heiress of the Tran family.
Khang stared silently at the documents.
For the first time, he realized something terrifying.
He had been married to one of the richest women in the country...
And he had never known.
He slowly closed the file.
"Prepare the car."
The assistant looked surprised.
"President?"
"I'm going to see her."
Half an hour later...
A black Maybach stopped before the enormous gates of the Tran mansion.
The gates towered above him like the entrance to another world.
Luxury cars entered and left continuously.
Security guards stood on both sides with military precision.
Everything reflected power.
Old money.
Influence.
Status.
Khang stepped out of the car.
For a long moment...
He simply looked at the mansion.
So...
This was where she belonged.
This was the home she had left behind...
For him.
A strange feeling settled heavily inside his chest.
Regret.
Inside the mansion...
Linh sat comfortably on a cream-colored sofa in the private lounge.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows.
A tablet rested in her hands.
Green and red numbers moved across the screen every second.
Nguyen Group shares continued falling.
Investment funds were becoming increasingly nervous.
Exactly as expected.
Uncle Tran entered quietly.
"Miss."
"President Nguyen is outside."
Linh didn't even raise her head.
"I know."
"He wishes to see you."
She calmly continued reading the financial report.
"Let him wait."
Uncle Tran nodded.
"As you wish."
Outside...
Ten minutes passed.
Then another ten.
The security guards remained motionless.
Not one of them dared invite Khang inside without permission.
His assistant glanced at his watch.
"President..."
"Should we leave?"
Khang shook his head.
"No."
He had never waited for anyone before.
People always waited for him.
Business partners.
Government officials.
Clients.
Even Linh had waited countless nights for him to come home.
Yet today...
The roles had completely reversed.
Twenty-five minutes later...
Uncle Tran finally appeared.
"The young lady will see you now."
The doors slowly opened.
Khang walked into the enormous reception hall.
Everything inside reflected elegance and authority.
Ancient paintings.
Crystal chandeliers.
Rare antique furniture.
Nothing was excessive.
Everything spoke quietly of wealth accumulated over generations.
Then...
He saw her.
Linh sat beside the window, calmly drinking tea.
She didn't stand.
She didn't smile.
She looked as though she had expected him all along.
As though he were simply another visitor.
Khang stopped several steps away.
For a brief moment...
Neither of them spoke.
Finally...
"Linh."
He called her name.
She slowly lifted her eyes.
"President Nguyen."
Her tone was polite.
Formal.
Distant.
Like speaking to a complete stranger.
The title stung more than he expected.
"So..."
"It really was you."
Linh tilted her head slightly.
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
His eyes narrowed.
"Stop pretending."
"You bought my company's shares."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Your company?"
She placed the teacup on the table and rose gracefully.
Every movement was slow.
Elegant.
Confident.
She walked toward him until only a short distance remained between them.
Then she looked directly into his eyes.
"Are you certain..."
"...it still belongs to you?"
His expression darkened immediately.
"Enough."
His voice became colder.
"End this."
It sounded less like a request...
And more like an order.
Just as it always had.
Linh looked at him quietly.
Then asked one simple question.
"Why?"
Khang froze.
Why?
He had come here without thinking that far.
He only knew he had to stop her.
But why?
She continued softly.
"You were the one who handed me the divorce papers."
"You were the one who asked me to leave."
"You made your decision."
She took another slow step closer.
"So now..."
"I'm making mine."
Khang clenched his fists.
"This isn't the same."
"It is exactly the same."
Her voice remained calm.
Yet every word struck harder than a slap.
"You used your power to control my life."
"You ignored everything I did."
"You chose another woman."
"You threw away our marriage as though it meant nothing."
She paused.
"And now..."
"I'm simply returning what you gave me."
Silence filled the hall.
For the first time...
Nguyen Khang couldn't find a single word to defend himself.
Because everything she had said...
Was true.
Linh stepped back.
The distance between them returned once more.
"President Nguyen."
She smiled politely.
"If you cannot accept losing..."
"Then perhaps..."
"You should never have started the game."
Khang stared at the woman before him.
She looked familiar.
Yet completely different.
The gentle wife who had silently waited for him every night...
Had disappeared forever.
Standing before him now...
Was a woman he no longer understood.
And perhaps...
A woman he could never have again.
For the first time in his life...
Nguyen Khang felt something he had never believed he would.
Regret.
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