Cora stepped forward excitedly but couldn’t follow.
Nelson was the first to chase after them and saw Lance, who was on the run, forcefully throw Regan, who was struggling desperately, into the swimming pool.
Water splashed everywhere, and screams erupted around them.
In an instant, Nelson’s mind raced with countless pros and cons. He threw his coat aside and leaped into the pool.
Another round of screams followed.
Fortunately, it was just a swimming pool-cold but not deep. Regan choked on some water before Nelson pulled her into his arms. “Regan! Regan!?”
He managed to rescue her. Regan was soaking wet and clearly in bad shape. Just as Nelson was about to take her to find a doctor, Regan grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “There’s someone else…”
The people around didn’t hear what Regan said, but they saw Nelson’s face change dramatically-a look of madness that could shake the heavens and earth.
Realizing something, he stiffly stepped past the now cornered Lance and saw Callie lying on the ground, barely conscious and in tattered clothes.
“Callie…”
Nelson’s jaw tightened. The next second, he coldly ordered, “Take Miss Regan to the hospital!”
Then he picked up his coat from the ground. If anyone looked closely, they would see him stagger slightly as he approached Callie. The light in his eyes was shattered. He covered her with his coat and touched her skin-it was ice cold.
Callie knew it was him and instinctively leaned her head against his chest, avoiding the gazes of the onlookers, her face numb with despair.
Nelson gently touched her, calling her name repeatedly.
I’m here. It’s okay now.
Lance watched in disbelief. This time, he was even more devastated than before. How could this be? How could Nelson still treat Callie like this? At the same time, he realized he had caused trouble again-this time, it might ruin his life…
Nelson’s gaze was so fierce, so full of hatred.
To the onlookers, Nelson’s actions seemed incredibly gentle. He held Callie as if she were a precious, fragile item. Everyone could feel his fear-the fear that the porcelain would shatter and never be whole again.
In a low voice, Nelson asked, “Besides touching you, what else did he do or say?”
Callie’s face was pale, and she couldn’t stop trembling. Her eyes were cold as she looked at Lance like a venomous snake. She saw that Lance was scared.
So what? At this point, did he still think she would let him go?
“He said,” Callie’s voice was low but clear in the silence, “Think you’re some pure and virtuous girl? I’ve seen plenty like you-acting all innocent on the surface, but in bed, who knows how slutty you get.”
Countless women’s eyes fell on Lance. He felt a chill down his spine, his face turning pale.
Nelson helped Callie sit up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. According to later accounts from the onlookers, at that moment, he looked like a beast about to awaken.
“Anything else?”
“Still working at Oconnor Group? Must have slept your way in, you shrew.”
This time, not only women but many male employees from Oconnor Group also looked over angrily.
Callie continued, “Now that Nelson is married, you’re a leftover. Feeling desperate?”
Before many could grasp the meaning of her words, the most dazzling man strode forward, grabbed Lance by the collar, and threw a fierce punch.