Callie swallowed hard. “This… isn’t proper.”
Ahead was a traffic light, and the Mercedes stopped in front. She grew anxious, but Jaquan remained unhurried. “Even Mr. Oconnor calls me Jaquan. What’s improper about it?”
Callie laughed awkwardly. “Mr. Scott, please don’t joke. Mr. Oconnor and I aren’t on the same level.”
“Will you call me or not? If not, I won’t follow.” The light turned green, and Jaquan rested his hands on the steering wheel, ignoring the honking behind them.
Seeing the Mercedes gradually disappear from view, Callie was on the verge of tears and gave in. “Jaquan, Jaquan! Hurry up!”
Jaquan smiled broadly and happily stepped on the gas. “Aren’t you afraid of going to the hospital alone?”
Callie found the question odd, her attention fixed on the car ahead. “Aren’t you going to the hospital alone too?”
Realizing something was off, she turned curiously. “Do you have some health issue…?”
“You seem eager for me to have a problem.” Jaquan leaned back.
Callie was at a loss for words and quickly denied it. The more she looked at him, the more curious she became. Jaquan had wealth, looks, and impeccable taste. It was hard to imagine him loving someone to the point of obsession.
That Marilyn must be very beautiful.
For some reason, even though Jaquan’s car followed Mr. Russell’s, he didn’t find it strange nor did he try to shake them off. As they drove onto a main road, luxury cars became more frequent, as if they had entered another world.
Callie grew curious. “What is this place?”
Jaquan didn’t respond but sped up. “Want to keep up?”
He seemed to know what she was thinking… “Yes.”
As they got closer, Callie half-buried herself under the car window and raised her phone, snapping a photo of the two people in the Mercedes’ driver’s seat.
She zoomed in and saw Skye. “It really is her…”
The Mercedes stopped outside a horse ranch. Mr. Russell got out with a stack of documents, leaving Skye alone in the car.
Callie straightened up with difficulty and glanced outside, realizing that all the luxury cars they had encountered were heading to this place-a large horse ranch for wealthy families.
She thought for a moment and opened her chat with Nelson, preparing to send the photo she had just taken. At that moment, a voice startled her. “It’s strange for an ordinary employee to have Nelson’s private number.”
Jaquan spoke calmly, as if he had already noticed something but was probing for more.
Callie froze. “… For work, it’s convenient to contact Mr. Oconnor.”
He made a noncommittal sound of understanding. “Why not give it to Miss Weber? What kind of work requires you to report directly?”
He paused. “Could it be Mrs. Oconnor’s work?”
With a “snap,” Callie’s phone slipped from her grasp and hit her foot painfully. She almost couldn’t breathe.
Jaquan’s presence was overwhelming, making it impossible to evade him. He seemed to know everything yet nothing at all, and she couldn’t pretend not to understand or avoid answering.
Every path seemed wrong.
After a moment, Jaquan bent down to pick up her phone and shook it with a smile. “You dropped your phone. Aren’t you going to pick it up?”
Callie swallowed hard and hurriedly reached for it. “Thank you.”
He held on tightly, not letting her take it. “Do you want to get out and confront that woman?”