Nelson squinted his eyes, scrutinizing her through the dim light, pondering something.
“Let me tell you, from the first day I met Nash, he was destined to be my pawn. Satisfied?”
Callie pressed her lips tightly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have meddled.”
In an instant, a large hand reached over, gripping her face to make her look at him. Nelson’s expression was unclear but sharp. “Who did you see today?”
The would was touched. It made Callie feel pain. She gasped but didn’t cry out, gritting her teeth and enduring it. For some reason, she didn’t want to confess, “No one.”
He sneered, increasing the pressure. Blood seeped from the wound, wetting his fingertips. “Jaquan, right?”
Callie pressed her lips tighter, unwilling to answer. She harbored resentment towards him.
“What did he say?” He didn’t let go.
She remained silent, enduring the pain on her face without a sound.
“I guess your current thoughts were instilled by him,” Nelson concluded. “But the reason you listened is that you also think so. You think I’m cold and ruthless, using those around me. Is that right?”
The pain was too much. Callie’s face turned red, nearly suffocating. After a while, she still didn’t speak. He finally showed mercy and let go. She immediately clutched her throat and coughed loudly.
“Jeffery, to the harbor.”
The car turned and headed in another direction.
Callie slumped in the corner, touching her face-it was cold.
Ylosea was by the sea, with several ports used for cargo transportation, crucial for the city’s economic growth.
Nelson’s Porsche drove in, surrounded by tall containers. The atmosphere was oppressive. The car seemed out of place, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a blade.
He got out first. Callie didn’t know why he brought her here but followed closely behind. The night wind by the sea lifted her coat, making her shiver with cold.
The man stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes deep and contemplative.
Several large ships were docked at the coast, with many workers bustling about. The cargo bent their backs as they toiled for their livelihood.
Soon, a man with yellow teeth from years of smoking hurried down from one of the ships and approached Nelson. “Mr. Oconnor, what brings you here?”
“Just passing by to check. When will the loading and unloading be completed?”
“Don’t worry, we won’t delay the schedule. The guys are working overtime to ensure you won’t be disappointed.” The man smiled ingratiatingly, his eyes curious as they fell on Callie.
Jeffery handed him a cigarette. “Old boy, Mr. Oconnor isn’t rushing you. He knows it’s not easy for everyone.”
“I understand. If it weren’t for Oconnor Group taking over this mess, we’d be starving. We are grateful to Mr. Oconnor,” the man responded immediately, full of gratitude.
After a brief conversation, Nelson had no other business, so the man went back to work.
At that moment, a worker carrying cargo accidentally bumped into Nelson.
“Mr. Oconnor!” Jeffery stepped forward first.
Callie opened her mouth and instinctively took two steps forward.
“Mr. Oconnor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The worker apologized while picking up his things, clearly terrified.
Nelson brushed off the dust with his hand, not angry. “It’s fine. Carry on.”
The worker thanked him profusely before continuing with his work.