Chapter 386 It Was Ms. Hill Who Slandered You
At mealtime, the exchange coordinator invited everyone to the restaurant upstairs.
Charles and Rachel entered the elevator together, and the others followed suit. No one else entered the elevator once it was full.
People surrounded both Charles and Rachel.
Seizing the opportunity, several representatives who hadn't had a chance to converse with Charles earlier squeezed into the elevator, eager to engage in conversation with him.
Everyone was crowding toward Charles, which naturally forced Rachel to be pressed against him.
As Rachel was pushed closer to Charles by the bustling crowd, he instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. The warmth of his broad hand against her caused a slight stiffness to ripple through her body, accompanied by a rush of embarrassing memories that flooded her mind.
She gently bit her lip, pushing those awkward images out of her mind, and focused quietly on the conversation others were having with Charles.
Charles still had a smile on his face, his attitude slightly more humble and polite, quite different from his previously arrogant and carefree demeanor.
His attention wasn't on her. He continued to engage with the others, his hand resting on Rachel's waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
When the elevator doors opened at the restaurant, everyone let Charles go out first.
Charles stepped out, his arm never leaving Rachel's side, guiding her effortlessly along with him.
Everyone clearly saw Charles' hand on Rachel's waist, their gazes toward Rachel filled with envy and curiosity.
Rachel's expression remained calm, and her eyes showed no emotion. After they exited the elevator, Charles let go of her. Rachel quietly followed Charles toward the dining area.
At the table, Charles chatted with those around him while pulling out a chair for Rachel, indicating for her to sit.
Rachel thanked him softly and took her seat without fuss.
After she sat down, someone else pulled out the chair next to her, looking at Charles with a flattering and respectful expression. He said, "Mr. Wright, please sit."
It was obvious that Charles wanted to sit next to Rachel.
Charles smiled calmly and took his seat. Once he sat down, the others followed suit.
Along with Charles, several other representatives from Yaradia Enterprises also took their seats.
Charles dealt with some local representatives from Kasfee while Rachel chatted harmoniously with the representatives from Yaradia.
They had a clear division of labor, not interfering with each other.
When Frederick arrived, there were no seats left at Charles and Rachel's table.
He walked in, and naturally, someone eager to please him stood up to offer their seat.
Rachel glanced at him and asked, "Did you send Amelia home?"
Frederick nodded. "Yes, she got home safely," he answered Rachel as he took his seat.
Rachel nodded slightly, ending the topic, and continued her conversation with the foreign representatives next to her.
After Frederick sat down, someone quickly started a conversation with him.
The atmosphere was harmonious, but those who didn't have a chance to sit at the main table couldn't help but look at Rachel with envy, especially Helen.
The Hill Group hadn't received an invitation to the event, but Helen had pulled many strings to be introduced.
According to the event's rules, invited companies had the privilege of recommending three additional groups to participate.
However, if any issues were found with the recommended groups later, the person who recommended them would also be affected.
Helen had paid a high price to get in. Seeing Rachel sitting next to Charles, looking like the hostess, made Helen insanely jealous.
Helen had thought that after Rachel broke up with Sebastian, she would be down for a while, if not completely defeated. But to her surprise, just over a month after the breakup, Rachel had already formed a good relationship with Charles.
Helen's hand clenched under the table, and she felt that Clara was utterly useless. Clara hadn't managed to get Sebastian to marry her and had even pushed Rachel to a higher position.
Helen couldn't help but grit her teeth. She and Rachel had followed similar paths, and for years, people had incessantly compared the two of them.
Helen had always seen Rachel as a strong rival. But now, Helen realized she couldn't keep up with Rachel. Rachel had left her far behind. She couldn't even stand on the same track as Rachel.
The feeling of powerlessness gnawed at Helen, intensifying her frustration to the point of driving her nearly crazy.
Observing her own emotional turmoil reflected in her expression, Helen's features turned serious. She forced a smile, excusing herself with a simple statement, "I'm off to the restroom."
She quickly walked toward the restroom, taking out her calming medication from her bag.
After taking the medication, Helen stood at the sink and took several deep breaths to calm her inner turmoil.
If her manic episode had suddenly flared up, the Hill family might truly be expelled from Kasfee.
She was already in a difficult situation due to Rachel's calm demeanor.
After calming down, Helen decided to return to the dining area.
But soon, she heard two people talking inside the restroom.
"Did you see how Rachel shamelessly let Mr. Wright take care of her? So two-faced," one voice sneered.
"Why does she love drawing attention so much?" the second one chimed in. "And she even recommended her sister to Mr. Hastings. I heard Mr. Hastings had a girlfriend before. The two sisters are really something."
"Who knows what they did behind the scenes to stand next to Mr. Wright and Mr. Hastings? They seem like those high-class..."
The voices trailed off as the two women emerged from the restroom, suddenly halting in their tracks at the sight of Helen.
Raising an eyebrow, Helen arched a knowing smile and finished their sentence. "High-class what? Prostitutes?"
Her words hung in the air, dripping with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain. Helen spoke with a smile, her expression much more pleased, realizing that Rachel had such an image in others' eyes.
The two speakers didn't continue Helen's words but looked at her in horror. Helen frowned, a hint of confusion in her eyes—was she truly that intimidating?
But soon, Helen noticed that their gazes weren't on her but behind her. Turning slowly, Helen's heart skipped a beat. There stood Rachel, arms crossed and a casual yet calculated smile playing on her lips, her eyes simmering with a knowing mockery.
The atmosphere thickened with tension. The two women who had badmouthed Rachel instantly scrambled to defend themselves. "Ms. Davis, we didn't say anything. It was Ms. Hill who wanted to slander you," they stammered before making a hasty exit, desperate to escape the blame.
The abrupt departure left Helen standing alone, the weight of their accusations circling back to her. Her face darkened, her expression turning ugly.
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