Revenge System: From Betrayal to Pinnacle of Glory

Chapter 7 ~ Building Alliances

“Elena,” Rafael finally called.

Elena turned to him. “What?”

“I’m going to trust you for now. But if I find out you’re playing me, I won’t hesitate to take the necessary steps.”

Elena gave a small smile. “Trust me, Rafael. I don’t have many choices either. We’ll only survive if we help each other.”

Rafael nodded. “Alright. Then, can I know what your next plan is?”

Elena sighed briefly and looked at Rafael seriously. “My plan is simple, but dangerous,” she said.

“First, I need to make sure the data I have stays safe. If it falls into their hands, everything will be ruined. I need time to crack the additional code in this file. I’m sure there’s bigger information they’re hiding.”

Rafael frowned. “Bigger information? What do you mean?”

Elena nodded. “Yes, this document isn’t just about corruption or embezzlement. I suspect there’s a larger network behind the company, maybe something involving illegal trade or other criminal activities. If we can uncover everything, we can destroy them completely.”

Rafael listened attentively. “And how do we do that? We don’t have a team, money, or major resources to fight them. All we have are me, you, and the old Jagur.”

Elena smiled slightly at Rafael’s joke. “That’s why we need to move smart. We need partners. People we can trust who have expertise in their fields.”

Rafael nodded slowly, beginning to understand Elena’s bigger picture. “Okay, so we gather a team. But before that, I want to know... will all of this also help me get the proper revenge on Elias?”

Elena looked at Rafael with complete confidence. “If we succeed, Elias will get what he deserves. That’s a promise.”

Rafael clenched his fist. “Alright. Then, let’s do it. But you need to make sure this plan is solid. I’m not willing to take unnecessary risks.”

Elena smiled faintly. “Trust me, Rafael. I don’t want to die young either.”

“Okay… okay… Here’s the deal. You stay here and keep hiding. Do whatever you need to with that thing. I have my own plan,” said Rafael.

“What’s your plan?” Elena asked, looking at Rafael with curiosity.

“It’s still a secret. I’ll tell you later, once everything is over,” Rafael said, not intending to reveal the system he controlled to Elena.

Elena squinted at him. “You’re not going to betray me, are you?” she asked.

“Oh, come on, Elena. My face is already known to those big criminals. Thanks to you, my life is in danger too,” Rafael scoffed.

Elena smiled faintly at Rafael’s response. “Alright. But remember, Rafael, we’re in the same boat now. If one of us sinks, the other sinks too,” she said, half-warning.

Rafael shrugged. “Just trust me, like I trust you, even if it’s half-hearted,” he replied while grabbing his jacket. “I’m going out for a bit. If anything happens, lock the door and don’t open it for anyone.”

“Aren’t you planning to provide any food, or maybe a clean blanket, or some clothes? I need all of that,” Elena asked.

“Goodness. This is really a hassle!” he complained.

Rafael sighed deeply, looking at Elena with annoyance. “You know I’m not a walking supermarket, right? But fine, I’ll get all that for you. But be patient, I’m not a billionaire who can shop at will.”

Elena just stared at Rafael with a flat expression. “I’m not asking for much. Just the basics to survive in this place. Besides, if I get sick, you’ll be the one who’ll be troubled, right?”

“True,” Rafael muttered as he closed the door. “Wait here, don’t go out. And don’t touch anything suspicious.”

Elena sneered. “It seems like you’re more suspicious than anything in this house.”

Rafael just shook his head as he descended the stairs with heavy steps. In his heart, he cursed the situation that forced him to become the caretaker of a mysterious woman. But despite all his complaints, he knew saving Elena might be a crucial step in his bigger plan.

Rafael left his grandmother’s house with quick steps. Outside, he let out a deep breath, his mind filled with plans and risks he had to take. He grabbed his phone and opened the system.

“System, I need a strategic move. What can I do now to speed up my plan?” he muttered while tapping the phone screen.

The system quickly responded:

“Strategic Move: Contact potential partners who can help fight Elias. Gather additional evidence to strengthen your position. Locations and identities of potential partners have been uploaded to the directory.”

Rafael read the names and locations that appeared on the screen. One name caught his attention: Dirk Morrison, a former coworker. Rafael was sure Dirk also knew important information about the company that had been a battleground for them.

“Dirk, huh? Seems like I need to meet him first,” Rafael muttered, then entered Dirk’s location into the GPS.

Without waiting any longer, Rafael got into Jagur and started driving. Inside the car, his mind kept spinning. “If this system can really help me, I’ll make Elias and his cronies pay dearly for everything they’ve done.”

Rafael gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze focused on the road ahead, though his thoughts were filled with plans and possibilities.

“Dirk is the key. If he knows something, I can start piecing together the puzzle,” he muttered.

The system gave another notification on his phone screen:

“Hint: Dirk Morrison is smart but calculating. Make sure to approach him with strategy.”

Rafael read the message and sighed softly. “Smart but calculating? Sounds like someone who won’t help without compensation. Great, just one more troublesome person,” he said sarcastically.

After a while, he arrived at a small bar on the outskirts of town, the location displayed on his GPS. The place looked shabby, with a nearly falling sign and flickering neon lights. Rafael parked Jagur in a quiet spot and stepped out, scanning the surroundings cautiously.

“Hope he’s here,” he muttered as he entered the bar. Inside, the dim atmosphere smelled of cigarette smoke and strong alcohol. In the corner, he spotted a large man with messy hair, wearing a leather jacket, sipping his beer. Rafael recognized him—Dirk Morrison.

Rafael took a deep breath before approaching the table. “Dirk Morrison?” he asked, staring at the man.

Dirk turned slowly, his sharp eyes locking onto Rafael. “Who’s asking?” he replied in a low, cold voice.

“I’m Rafael. Your former coworker. We worked at Mauve, and now I need to talk.”

Dirk narrowed his eyes, took another sip of his beer, and then said flatly, “If you’re here to talk about the past, I suggest you leave now. I’m done with that.”