“President, what are you doing?”
Carrie stood up from the sofa, frowned at Rafael, and went up to stop her.
Rafael stopped her hand, looked at her with a sneer, and said, “You listen to Paige on everything. Why, are you so willing to be her dog?”
“What are you talking about?” Carrie’s face turned cold.
“I said, you are now my wife Rafael! If you are clear-headed, you should stand by my side! Don’t work for other people!”
Rafael glared at her, his tone exasperated.
“You…”
Carrie was out of breath and stepped forward to argue, but Paige pulled her back. “Okay, President Rafael, let’s talk about this calmly. We’re all in the same boat, so why do this?”
“Is this what I want?”
Rafael was almost hysterical, and he turned his head and glared at Enrico, who was in an arrogant posture on the sofa. “Haven’t I done enough for your so-called equality? I went to the press conference under pressure to support the two of you, and there were so many documents on my desk that I couldn’t breathe. I only got a few hours of sleep every night. Have you seen that? If you want your dog to be loyal, you have to treat it well, right?”
Instead, he came up and smashed a bottle of TP1314 on the coffee table!
“Finally got it off your chest?”
Enrico sat there with a sneer, but there was no trace of a smile in his ashen eyes. He looked up and coldly at the furious Rafael, “Don’t make it sound like you’re making all the sacrifices, but you’re the one who wants to continue to be re-elected, the one who wants to keep sitting in the president’s seat.”
“Enrico!” Hearing this, Rafael’s eyes suddenly filled with blood, and he raised his fist and wanted to punch him.
“Don’t do anything rash.”
Carrie was shocked and quickly went up to hug Rafael. The woman’s body was too soft, wrapping around him like water.
Rafael stared down at her, his body stiffening, before growling, “Get out of the way.”
“Enrico, that’s enough. You really want to kill him? How can we continue our cooperation? Isn’t Country A already in chaos?” Paige frowned even more deeply when she saw the commotion. ‘Don’t be so aggressive.”
Hearing this, Enrico looked at her in disbelief. ‘I’m aggressive? He bullied you.”
“Yes, I took a lot of medicine, but did you kill him for the good of us? Can you care about the big picture?” Paige asked coldly.
Enrico sat there with a gloomy face. After a long time, he stood up from the sofa and looked at Rafael with a bloodthirsty and sinister gaze. “Rafael, I don’t want your life today, but you keep the medicine for me. Remember, this matter can’t be settled.”
After saying this, Enrico raised his fist and swung it, punching Rafael hard in the face.
Rafael was held by Carrie and didn’t even have the room to resist. After a sharp pain, he stumbled two steps and fell onto the sofa, and Carrie fell into his arms.
“…”
Rafael’s half face quickly turned blue, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Enrico tightly.
Enrico looked at him with disdain and said, “Behave yourself.”
After that, Enrico grabbed Paige’s hand and walked out, leaving a pale-faced Rafael behind.
Paige was pulled outside by Enrico the whole way, and she sighed with some concern, “You’re being too aggressive. If you push Rafael like this, he’ll turn against you.”
“Rebellion?” Enrico sneered, “Dare he? Do you think that all these years, he and I have really been involved because of our childhood friendship?”
“…”
Paige looked at Enrico’s gloomy face and became even more worried.
Is he trying to take full control of Rafael? Won’t that destroy all their friendship?
…
The presidential office was in a mess. The housekeeper called in the two bodyguards at the door to help clean up, and told them, “No matter what you hear outside, pretend you’re deaf and mute, understand?”
“Yes.”
The two bodyguards helped pick up the coffee table on the floor, and looked up. Carrie was standing in front of Rafael, wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab.
Rafael let out a ‘sigh’ of pain, and waved her off, “Go away, I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Would you please be reasonable? You were wrong in the first place, and you’re still acting like that, so of course my brother-in-law is angry,” Carrie said depressedly.
Hearing this, Rafael exploded like dynamite that had been set on fire. ‘What kind of attitude do you want me to have, an attitude like a dog?”
“You’re being completely unreasonable,”
Carrie couldn’t stand it anymore, and handed the iodine in her hand to the old butler standing nearby, ‘You apply the medicine to him, I’m going for a walk.”
“…”
Rafael’s face was dark with anger, and he took off his glasses and smashed them onto the coffee table, alarming the butler and the two bodyguards.
…
A few days later, Mr. Cruise sat down for afternoon tea with several leading tycoons from the coalition.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room was filled with the strong smell of old-fashioned sandalwood incense. Even the tea had a slightly overpowering fragrance.
One of his subordinates then reported, “There have been personnel changes at the Presidential Palace. It seems that Enrico has inserted some of his own people. Rafael has been in a very bad mood these past few days and often throws things around.”
“Have Enrico and Rafael really fallen out?” A middle-aged, obese tycoon looked at Mr. Cruise with some skepticism, “Why do I feel like this is a bit fake?”
Over the years, Enrico and Rafael have always been on the same side.
Every time they thought Rafael had to protect himself, he ended up on Enrico’s side. So they just had a falling out this time?
“You think it’s an act? Then it’s been done too well,” said another tycoon, who didn’t agree. “A loud fight is more intuitive, isn’t it?”
Rafael’s entourage were all handpicked, and they were able to arrange for the two men to be given insignificant peripheral servant positions in the presidential palace. It took a lot of effort to find out that the two had a big fight, that Enrico beat Rafael up, and that the people in the presidential palace were secretly switched.
On the surface, Rafael and Enrico still maintained a close cooperative relationship.
They were acting so secretly, as if they were afraid of being seen, so it didn’t look fake at all.
“Mr. Cruise, what do you think?” someone asked Mr. Cruise, who was sipping tea.
Mr. Cruise was sitting by the window, leisurely sipping tea, and only after appreciating it did he say, ‘True or false? We’ll have to see how much sincerity President Rafael can give you.”
No one was stupid, and everyone understood what he meant at once. ‘That’s right, whether it’s true or not, Rafael will definitely come to us.”
If it is true, Rafael will only have one way out, and that is to join them. If it is false, he will also try to pretend to join them and infiltrate their ranks.
After all, if you join them, you have to show some sincerity.
The size of this sincerity determines the differentiation between truth and falsehood.
While they were talking, another subordinate hurriedly ran over and handed Mr. Cruise a note, saying, “Mr. Cruise, someone just delivered this.”
Mr. Cruise opened the note, looked at the words on it, smiled, and handed it to the plutocrats to read.
It said the address and time, and it was obviously an appointment.
And the signature was a magnificent name Rafael.