Chapter 49 Raphael's revenge

(Rachel's POV)
I no longer have the ability to hear exactly what Wyatt is saying to me.
I stood in front of the Hill Group for a long time until people passing by started talking about me and I finally came back to my senses.
I took a deep breath, lifted my head, and left the place.
I felt like my legs were weak.
No wonder Raphael suddenly agreed to my request, so he had already known that this would happen.
I sneered, then slammed my car door heavily again and went once more to Raphael.
"What's wrong? Are you backtracking now?"
"Why would you do that, Rafael? Even if you hate me and bring down the Brown Group, won't Hill suffer just as much?" I looked at Rafael with anger inside my eyes.
Rafael gave a soft laugh: "You're right, Rachel, there is a crisis in the Brown Group and his partners will be affected, but it doesn't matter if this can beat you to the punch, it's only right to pay some price, and besides, how do you know that I will cost myself?"
My pupils clenched up.
I didn't care that Rafael was present and took the phone straight out and called Wyatt.
Wyatt got on the phone with me and she cried and said, "Miss Rachel, I was trying to call you, the board is now planning to sell all the shares of the company."
"Wait a minute, Wyatt." My voice broke because I was nervous, "Help me see what the acquirer is all about."
There was a cacophony of voices on the other side of the phone, and after a while, White said to me in a trembling voice, "It's the Hill Group, they're the most likely to buy it."
I took a deep breath, "Help me stabilize the board of directors, and don't let them make any moves until I get back."
I hung up the phone and looked at Rafael.
This was something I had already guessed, and even after what happened, I still had hope for Raphael. I never thought that he could take things this far.
"Rafael, why on earth are you doing this to me?"
I looked at him with indifference. I knew exactly why he was doing this, but there was no way I could accept that fact.
Lena Lester had left him and he would never come back. Rafael had targeted me for five years, and for five years, the last thing he wanted to do was to destroy me. Now, he has succeeded in doing so.
Until now, there was no way to undo my feelings for Rafael.
I laughed to myself, and without waiting for him to answer me, I turned away.
Much of what happened after that made it completely impossible for me to care about anything else. I used all my contacts and abilities, topped the pressure of my family, but at the last moment, Raphael suddenly let go.
White told me that Rafael hadn't paid any attention to the Brown acquisition for a long time, which would have been a good thing, at least in my opinion. I would have thought, however, that it was Rafael who had come down on me mercifully at the last minute.
However, at this time, I suddenly received a call from William.
We have not been in touch for several years, after all, we can not be considered any good friends, the only relationship is only the relationship of interest, at first, he got Lester, I also reached their purposes, of course, there is no need to continue the relationship.
However, five years later, he would call me at this time.
I got on the phone, "Why, William, what made you think of me?"
William's tone was serious, and he didn't pay any attention to my mockery: "Lena's back in New York."
I have a vague feeling that Rafael has not paid attention to the Brown Group, all because of Lester.
"What, William, did Lester think all that up before?"
"No, she was there because of work issues, but I only recently learned that her job was handed over to the Hill Group."
I felt angry because of Raphael, because of William, and most of all because of Lester's presence.
I lowered my voice and cursed harshly, "Piece of shit! When can you go back to your country, is Raphael still stopping you now?"
I heard William sigh, and then, he said to me, "Yes, but I'll find a way to get back as soon as I can without too much delay."
"You'd better get over here quickly and take that woman away or we'll all be in a lot of trouble."
"I don't need you to remind me. But this Rafael thing has gone too far, I want to go back, but it's not going to be easy, keep an eye on it for me, Rachel."
"Don't worry, I will, none of us want the two of them back together."
I hung up the phone, but William's words kept ringing in my ears.
This incident made my heart tense up once again.
(Lena's POV)
I looked at the fruit that the nurse brought in and then expressed my gratitude to her.
Although I indeed said such a thing to Raphael at first, that was only said by me to refuse Raphael's kindness, I am not very interested in fruits.
This is the fourth fruit he has delivered.
My wound was not very serious, and even with stitches, I was perfectly able to get out of bed and walk around on my own.
On the tenth day of my hospitalization, I pushed open the door of my room, wore my hospital gown, and walked to the public garden below the hospital.
To be honest, I wasn't in the best of moods.
Originally, this time I came for my work, and it turned out that not only my work was affected, but something happened to my people.
What made me most angry was that on my third day in the hospital, Carl called me.
"Lena, are you okay?"
"Carl, don't you think it's disgusting that you're asking me a question like that?"
Carl laughed hypocritically on the other side of the phone, "It's all because you wanted to run, you can't blame me at all."
I sneered and had no intention of paying any attention to him, "So, why did you call me?"
"Yes, I almost forgot. Lena, Mr. Brandt heard that you were injured and he felt very worried about you. However, our contract has been signed, and there are some matters over in Paris that Mr. Brandt needs to handle, so we will go back first. But don't worry, as long as your injury is healed, you can come back anytime. Of course, you can also just stay in the United States and take a long vacation by the way, and after a month, the head office side will continue to assign tasks to you."
I felt like I was crushing my phone as I listened to Carl talks to me in a smug tone.
"So, what you're saying is that I don't have to go back to Paris for a while, right?"
Carl laughed, "Mostly Mr. Brandt doesn't think it makes any difference whether you come back or not, Lena, don't you get it?"
I know that this meeting is important and Mr. Brandt has always taken it seriously. However, even though Carl deliberately set me up, I still influenced this meeting to some extent.
I took a deep breath. At this time, even if anxious, there is no use, what is more, Karl is originally a despicable person.
"Well then, thank Mr. Brandt for me, Carl, and I'll continue to wait for the company's arrangements in the U.S. Oh, yes."
I gave a soft laugh, and only after Carl asked did I continue, "Carl, you know what? If you falsify your performance points too badly, you will probably be expelled directly, of course, I just overheard something, and if you are really smart, you should understand that not everything can be done whenever you want."
Carl hung up and I wasn't even in the mood to pay attention to him.
But no matter how much I wanted to put the matter down, it still affects me until now.
I stood on the cobblestoned path and took a deep breath of natural air, which relaxed me.
I can't walk too far yet because of the wound, but I still enjoy the time.
At this time, I couldn't help but think of Raphael and Jamie again.
I feel strange because, even though I have amnesia, I still own who I am and what my name is. I remember all that I have ever learned, and very well.
The only thing I have forgotten is my experience in the United States.
I forgot all the memories I had of living here. However, I can still feel the familiarity when I come here again.
Although familiarity doesn't always make me feel at ease, I was eager to get to know it all, especially Rafael.
I shrugged my shoulders and realized that I seemed to have gone too far.
Then, I turned around and started back.
Raphael was like an accident that suddenly came in, he was a little too dazzling and made me feel a little surreal.
I don't hate him, though, it's just that my body's instincts tell me I shouldn't be any closer to him.
Of course, what he said, I thought to myself was true, but I didn't have to accept such a fact.
Until now, I still prefer to believe everything William told me.
Suddenly, I thought of William.
As I walked, I took my phone out of the pocket of my shirt, and then, I called William.
I've been in Paris for ten days now, and apart from one phone call at the beginning, I haven't had any contact with William.
"Good morning." I try to make my tone sound lighter.
William sounded in good shape, too: "Good morning, Lena, how are you doing in America?"
"It should be okay, but there was a little accident."
William seemed to tense up for an instant: "What kind of accident?"
I laughed a little: "Don't worry, I'm much better now, but I may not be able to go back to Paris anytime soon."
I explained to William for a long time what had happened during this time, and he seemed eager to come to the United States now.
I laughed out loud, and by this time, I was walking to the entrance of the hospital.
Then, I saw a familiar figure - and he was followed by one at his feet.
It's Rafael and Jamie.