The irritation in Callie’s heart grew larger as she stood there. Leaning on the bar with one hand, she put on a seductive expression. “Mr. Scott, do you think I’m pretty?”
Jaquan laughed. “To be honest, you’re far from pretty.”
Callie dropped the act, showing her frustration. “Then why do you keep bothering me? I’m just a nobody, with nothing to lose.”
He smirked, took a sip of his drink, and moved behind her, feeding her the remaining alcohol from his glass. “Honestly, I’m not interested in you, but since Nelson cares about you, I’ve become more interested.”
Callie choked, coughing with the taste of alcohol in her mouth. “Why do you want to take what belongs to him? Just because the person you like prefers him?” She spoke without thinking.
Jaquan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I didn’t expect you to know that.”
Callie was at a loss for words and was about to explain when Jaquan’s phone rang. He didn’t want to answer it but seemed compelled to when he saw the caller ID.
He frowned, answered the call, and walked out of the lounge.
Callie breathed a sigh of relief as the oppressive atmosphere lifted. She threw herself onto the sofa and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, realizing that this place faced the Oconnor Group building.
What should she do now? Should she really spend the night here?
But if she went back to Paucaster Villa Complex, how would she face Nelson? The image of him riding towards her was still vivid in her mind.
She couldn’t forget his cold, emotionless eyes. She had every reason to believe he genuinely wanted to kill her.
The thought made her feel miserable.
Jaquan’s call lasted so long that she thought he wouldn’t return. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She got up sluggishly and went to open it. “Why would someone knock on their own lounge…”
Her voice stopped abruptly when she saw the man standing there.
“Nelson?” she exclaimed.
Surprise and shock were evident in her voice.
Nelson held a cigarette between his fingers and stared at the red mark on her lips for a long time without saying a word.
Callie couldn’t bear the tension and stepped aside, feeling inexplicably guilty. “How did you know I was here?”
Nelson’s eyes grew darker as he entered the lounge, his gaze lingering on the empty glass. He scoffed. “You always know how to find support. What woman has your luck?”
Callie’s initial guilt was replaced by anger at his sarcastic remark. She straightened her neck, unwilling to bow down. “Yes, you discarded me like a pawn, so I have to find a new backer.”
In the next second, Nelson’s cold hand gripped her chin, bringing them face-to-face. “It seems like I’m the one who wronged you. Callie, have I not told you to recognize your place and not have any delusions?”
Callie refused to compromise, tears glistening in her eyes. “Is that so? Then should I just die under your horse?”
Finally voicing her grievance, she felt a weight lift off her chest and eagerly awaited his response.
Nelson didn’t let go, speaking with certainty. “I wouldn’t let it hit you, even without Jaquan.”
Tears fell from Callie’s eyes. “Really? But that horse was already out of control; there’s a chance you couldn’t have stopped it.”