Chapter 839 Take Down Antonio!
This sentence turned Roy's heart upside down. He sent many emails to inquire about the situation, but received no response and never heard back.
Gradually, he gave up on the idea, thinking it was someone's prank.
That car accident caused such a big sensation, that many people saw the car explode with their own eyes. How could Francis still be alive?
But now, he finally knew that Francis was really alive!
"It's me." Francis's voice was low, seemingly restraining some emotion. "The situation was too complicated at the time. I only had a chance to notify you by chance, and it was inconvenient to contact you later, so I didn't continue to reach out."
"But now I'm fully back. Rest assured, I won't be leaving the Valencia Group anytime soon."
There was still the most important thing left unfinished, and he couldn't allow himself to make any more mistakes.
"That's great!" Roy was so excited that he stood up from his seat. "Mr. Valencia, don't worry. I'll go back and pack my things right away and catch the earliest flight back to Capital City!"
"No rush." Francis remained calm, his deep eyes looking somewhere unknown. "Also, before you come back, there are some things I need to inform you about in advance."
Roy was stunned for a moment. "Mr. Valencia, is there any change?"
"No. It's just that this time, I can't restore your position at the Valencia Group headquarters for now because there are some things I need you to handle privately." Francis lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his stiff legs, his eyes becoming deep. "Moreover, the actual chairman of the company is now Antonio. I'm temporarily just the vice president, so when you come back, you need to be cautious and not act impulsively like before."
Roy's style was swift and decisive. If he continued as before, it would definitely attract Guadalupe's attention.
"Him?" Roy was very indignant. "Mr. Valencia, now that you're back, you should take back the company!"
"If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have gotten into that accident! You took the hit for him, and now that you're back, why should you let him run the company you worked so hard to build and work for him?"
Francis was silent.
Roy was even more dissatisfied and said bluntly, "Mr. Valencia, have you ever thought that maybe Antonio did it on purpose? I've always suspected that he knew something was done to that car and deliberately let you..."
"Enough." Francis's calm voice was very intimidating, interrupting him. "Antonio is my brother. I believe he's not that kind of person, and the past is the past. Don't say such things again."
In fact, he didn't just believe; Francis knew the full details of the car accident. Antonio was truly an innocent party.
"Mr. Valencia!" Roy was indignant on his behalf. "Have you forgotten that Antonio isn't even a Valencia? Don't you want to make the Valencia Group better? With your ability, you can definitely make it great again, and then you can kick Antonio, this outsider, out of the Valencia Group!"
Francis had never discussed Antonio's identity with outsiders.
But Roy had indeed always been Francis's most capable subordinate, loyal and dedicated. In the process of handling things for Francis, he inevitably glimpsed the dark side of the Valencia family, but he never told anyone. Now, seeing Francis survive and return to the Valencia Group, only to work for Antonio, this "outsider," he couldn't help but feel indignant.
This was the first time the two had openly discussed Antonio's identity.
Francis listened quietly to his words, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
But his eyes seemed to be ignited by Roy's words, making his pupils even deeper.
Roy didn't hear him speak and called out uncertainly, "Mr. Valencia?"
Francis squinted his eyes, hiding his emotions, and coldly reprimanded, "Roy, watch your words. You've said too much today!"
Roy was startled. "Mr. Valencia, I'm sorry!"
How could he forget that although Francis usually appeared gentle, he disliked talkative people the most?
Today, he had indeed said too much.
"Okay." Francis raised his hand to pinch his brow, his deep voice coming from his throat. "Prepare in advance, contact the reliable people we used to work with. If they're willing to follow me, call them back. If not, don't force it."
After hanging up, he looked at the project documents on the table, took a deep breath, and a hint of obsessive coldness gradually appeared on his face. The game was about to begin!
It wasn't until it was completely dark that Francis packed up and went downstairs.
The entire building was almost empty, and this quiet environment gave him a strong sense of security.
For some reason, Francis didn't want to go back too quickly. The speed of his wheelchair was unusually slow. If he could stay in the company and not leave, that would be great. That way, he wouldn't have to see Guadalupe.
But this was just self-deception. Francis knew that even if he went somewhere else, Guadalupe would bring him back.
So after dawdling for a while, Francis still left the Valencia Group.
As soon as he exited the building, he was attracted by Isabella walking from the side.
The weather was very cold, but she was eating an ice cream. Her small, cat-like bites made her look playful and cute, but her demeanor was clearly gentle.
Francis couldn't help but stop and watch her approach.
Isabella was a bit surprised to see him and instinctively wanted to hide the ice cream in her hand, but then she felt that this behavior was a bit silly.
'What is there to hide? Isn't it okay to eat an ice cream?' Thinking this, Isabella became much more natural and walked up to him, asking, "Mr. Valencia, what a coincidence. You haven't gone back yet?"
"Yeah." Francis took in her earlier conflicted expression, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "I was working late. What about you?"
His gentle voice made people feel happy involuntarily.
"I finished my interview and wandered around nearby. I just watched a movie at the mall across the street." Isabella, thinking he had difficulty moving, took two steps forward to help push his wheelchair. "I'm sorry about this afternoon. I didn't know you were Antonio's brother. Where are you going? I'll take you."
In the night, her eyes seemed to speak, shining brightly.
He didn't say anything, and Isabella had already moved behind him, not noticing she still had something in her hand.
The half-eaten ice cream fell onto Francis's suit.
Both of them were silent for a second.
"I'm... I'm sorry!" Isabella quickly apologized, fumbling to find a tissue in her bag, but only pulled out a scarf she didn't know when she had put in there. "I... I'll wipe it for you, Mr. Valencia!"
She had meant to help Francis with his wheelchair! But the more she tried to help, the worse it got, and now she had gotten ice cream on Francis's suit!
When had she become so clumsy?
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