Cora did not argue, she shook her head with a bitter smile. “That’s up to Mr. Oconnor.”
Mrs. Deleon was about to say more when the study door opened. Nelson walked out alone, his steps unhurried, a few buttons of his shirt undone, looking quite alluring.
Cora immediately stood up and handed him his coat. “Mr. Oconnor.”
Nelson put on the coat and said to Mrs. Deleon, “Mr. Deleon’s coffee has gone cold. Please add some more. We will visit again another day.”
Mrs. Deleon smiled as she saw them off, but once they were gone, her expression changed completely. She ran into the study, “Rodolfo!”
The weather had turned cold, and as they stepped outside, the chill hit them.
Cora followed Nelson into the car. “Mr. Oconnor, did Rodolfo agree?”
“He has no choice but to agree.” Nelson’s well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, as if everything was effortless. “Ten years ago, he harmed many people to rise to power, all of which I have under control. Now he wants a piece of Oconnor Group’s profits, but he’s not qualified.”
By the end of the negotiation, Rodolfo was exhausted, looking at Nelson with fear as if he were a devil.
“That’s great. As long as Rodolfo sells his shares, we have more leverage to impeach Deshawn, increasing our chances against Jaquan.”
“He won’t sit idle; he should be lobbying other directors.”
Nelson’s private phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a call from Bridger; he had already called several times before.
He looked at Cora, who lowered her head apologetically, a hint of guilt flashing across her face. “I didn’t dare answer your private phone.”
“What is it?” Nelson put the phone to his ear.
Half a minute later, whatever was said on the other end made Nelson’s previously relaxed expression turn extremely grim. “Stop the car!”
The driver braked suddenly, causing Cora to lurch forward and hit her forehead on the seatback painfully.
“Mr. Oconnor…”
“Get out of the car.” Nelson had already put away his phone, his tone unreadable.
Cora was shocked. She hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not ask further. She opened the car door and got out, looking very disheveled.
The car sped away, leaving Cora alone in the darkness. She stomped her feet, tears filling her eyes.
The Porsche slid into the bustling night like a sharp blade.
Bridger was already waiting at the door. Seeing the man get out of the car with undisguised anger, he checked his watch. “It took ten minutes. Why in a rush? I won’t do anything to her.”
Nelson shot him a glare. “Couldn’t you send her home?”
“I don’t even know where she lives!” Bridger feigned ignorance. “What, should I just send her straight to Paucaster Villa Complex?”
“Cut the crap.” Nelson didn’t want to argue with him. “Where is she?”
“Third floor.”
Callie was bored and played a few games by herself until her phone ran out of battery. She then lay on the sofa and fell asleep.
Nelson pushed open the private room door and saw this scene.
The woman’s sleeping posture was very restrained; she had even taken off her coat to cover herself, revealing only half of her face. Her long eyelashes trembled as she slept restlessly.
His anger from the journey was soothed by her peaceful appearance, and his movements unconsciously became gentler.
Callie woke up from the heat. She felt the temperature around her rise and opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a man sitting by her legs.
Nelson was smoking, exhaling smoke that obscured his expression in the dim light. He said nothing.
Callie thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes, then jumped in fright.
“Nelson, you’re here?” She sat up quickly, wincing as her neck hurt.