“Who is it?” Nelson’s sharp voice came out, slightly hoarse.
Callie had no choice but to step out from the shadows, appearing gradually in the light. “Is Mr. Oconnor always this vigilant?”
She still had a canvas bag slung over her shoulder, dressed in her work commute attire, looking completely out of place in this luxurious setting.
Seeing it was her, Nelson’s expression softened. “You didn’t go back to Paucaster Villa Complex. What are you doing here?”
Callie put down her bag and approached him with a smile, her fingertip landing on his furrowed brow. “I was about to leave, but I saw the light on the top floor was still on, so I came up to wait for you to go home together.”
Nelson’s brow did not relax as he caught her mischievous hand. “You’re not afraid of being discovered now.”
Callie shook her head. “I just suddenly felt that having a secret affair with the boss is quite thrilling. What do you think, Mr. Oconnor?”
As she spoke, she deliberately pressed close to him. The two were very close, and Nelson could smell her scent, his eyes narrowing.
“Still not clever enough. Whenever you deliberately try to seduce me, you always call me Mr. Oconnor.” Nelson pushed her away slightly, with a hint of contempt. “Clumsy flirting doesn’t arouse a man’s desire.”
Callie never intended to arouse his desire. She smiled under the bright lights outside. “I think you quite enjoys it; otherwise, why would you let me take on the Splendor Estate project?”
She made it clear, and Nelson’s gaze brushed past her indifferently, admiring a celadon vase on the bookshelf, a priceless artifact from over five hundred years ago.
“No one in the design department is more suitable for this position than you. You shouldn’t take advantage and still complain.”
Callie was taken aback by his words. No wonder Nelson had few friends; with such a sharp tongue, who would want to get close to him?
“Is it really because I’m suitable?” Callie stood behind him, increasingly unable to understand him. “On the surface, it made sense for me to save Joaquin. I think all parties involved would now see nothing wrong with it. But what about you, Mr. Oconnor? You set up a trap, and we were all pieces in it. Am I right?”
Nelson finally turned around, calmly scrutinizing her. “I don’t understand.”
Callie laughed. “It’s rare to hear something you don’t understand.”
She looked like a hedgehog, raising all her defenses and deliberately distancing herself.
“The Scott Group and Oconnor Group have been enemies for a long time. Jaquan and you are even more at odds. He tried every way to find your weakness. He set up a trap in Ylosea using me to test you, and you played along with his game. The price was my face being ruined.”
Callie stated calmly, “So you gave me the Splendor Estate project as compensation. I must say, you’re quite considerate.”
Nelson understood. He finished the cigarette in his hand, the butt burning his fingertips before he threw it into the trash can.
“Businessmen only do profitable things. According to you, what did I gain?”
“You used this opportunity to get close to Deshawn, learned Vankey’s limits, and more effectively suppressed Jaquan.”
Nelson smiled. “You’ve seen Jaquan.”
Callie felt guilty. “It’s been so long since it happened; I’m just guessing.”
Nelson directly exposed her lie. “You have the scent of Romanee-Conti on you. Only Jaquan has that wine in all of Ylosea.”
Callie hadn’t expected to be exposed by the wine. She hadn’t even touched it at the time; how keen was his sense of smell?