Nelson did not respond.
Nash sat on the ground, looking defeated, unsure of how much he had absorbed.
Jaquan stood up and signaled for someone to take Nash away before saying, “Nelson’s forehead is bleeding. Why are you all just standing there?”
At his words, the staff in the private room snapped back to reality and hurriedly began to take action.
Nelson raised his hand to stop them and pulled out a few tissues to wipe his forehead. “It’s just a small wound, nothing serious. What brings you here today?”
Jaquan pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking frankly, “Deshawn is under investigation. The entire Vankey is in turmoil, and the funds are not linking up. I’m here to gather information. Do you really want to take on this mess, Nelson?”
Nelson crumpled the blood-stained tissue and threw it into the trash can, half-jokingly saying, “Even if you know it’s a mess, you still want to take it on, don’t you, Jaquan?”
Jaquan replied, “A subsidiary of Scott Group has undergone a second round of financing, amounting to a billion dollars. Their strength won’t be any less than Oconnor Group.”
“I know,” Nelson said as he pulled out more tissues to wipe his hands. “For the recently devastated Scott Group, it’s indeed good news. One good move can turn the whole game around. Quite a strategy.”
Jaquan added, “Nelson, my goal isn’t just Vankey.”
Nelson merely smiled faintly. “I heard your favorite dish here is boiled chicken. Did you come specifically for that today?”
“You know me well. I love good food and beautiful women.”
Late at night, the women at the bar entrance seemed unbothered by the cold, their skirts barely covering their legs.
Callie stood at the entrance for a while, shivering from the cold but unable to shake the chill in her heart.
Nelson came out with Bridger, who laughed and called out, “Callie! Oh, you’re hurt too? Skye was carried out. I thought you had won big.”
Callie choked up and instinctively looked around. “Don’t shout like that.”
She was dressed lightly and stood in the draft. Nelson frowned. “Why aren’t you waiting in the car?”
She didn’t know how to answer. “I just came out too.”
Bridger approached and studied her face quickly, understanding. “Nelson just had a long social engagement. Are you unhappy?”
His tone was like coaxing a child. Callie felt helpless. “I’m not.”
Leaving Club Paradise, the atmosphere in the car was tense. Nelson handled an email on his phone and suddenly asked, “How much did you hear?”
Callie’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked up to see his calm expression. He knew? “Not much… I wanted to find you and happened to overhear.”
“Where were you hiding?”
“In the next room.”
Nelson typed quickly on his phone, acknowledging her answer.
Callie couldn’t hold back any longer. “Why? There are many ways to bring down the Blair family. Why target Nash? Isn’t it too cruel?”
At the word ‘cruel,’ Nelson paused his typing and looked up, his jawline sharp. “You think I’m cruel?”
Callie couldn’t meet his gaze, but her sense of injustice grew. “Isn’t it? Even though he’s an unrepentant rich kid, he sees you as a role model, a good brother. Anyone could have acted against him, but not you. Yet you sent him to his doom yourself.”
“Nelson, do you have no feelings? Or are they all just an act?”
Nelson turned off his phone screen and sneered. “You’re the first person to talk to me about feelings.”
Callie swallowed nervously. She was very tense. “I’m not the first. Nash did too.”