Night fell, and the servants at Paucaster Villa Complex were wrapping up their tasks for the day.
Nancy opened the door and was surprised to see Callie. “Mrs. Oconnor.”
Callie, expressionless, said, “I want to see Nelson.”
Without waiting for a response, she walked in. “I know he’s here.”
His car was parked outside.
Nancy, disregarding etiquette, tried to stop her. “This is inappropriate, Mrs. Oconnor. Let me inform him first.”
Callie gave her a cold look for the first time. “Do I need your permission to see my own husband?”
Nancy still tried to block her way. Callie, filled with anger, forcefully pushed her hand away, leaving a large red mark on Nancy’s hand.
The master bedroom was empty.
Callie stormed through the house, finally stopping outside the study. The door was open, but the servants’ expressions suggested something was amiss.
She stood there for barely two seconds before a voice came from inside. “What’s going on?”
The voice was mature and commanding.
A woman then emerged, dressed in a black gown and holding a book, exuding both dignity and nonchalance. Callie recognized her as Nelson’s recent rumored girlfriend, the businesswoman named Fisher.
“Miss Fisher.”
Miss Fisher looked her up and down condescendingly. “Who are you?”
Callie’s angry expression quickly turned calm. She didn’t answer but instead walked past her into the study.
Unexpectedly, the study felt lifeless. She pushed open the door to the lounge; it was also empty.
Nancy quickly said, “Mr. Oconnor is really not home.”
“Miss Fisher is here as Mr. Oconnor’s guest.”
Nelson had called ahead, so Nancy hadn’t been suspicious. Besides, Miss Fisher was very good at winning people over…
Nancy’s words gave Callie the impression that while she wasn’t at Paucaster Villa Complex, this woman frequently met Nelson in private! Hearing this, she approached Miss Fisher with an equally imposing demeanor. She glanced at the book in her hand; it was one Nelson had bought for her about interior design.
Callie took the book and smiled brightly. “Miss Fisher, not just anyone can enter Mr. Oconnor’s study. If you’re a guest, please act like one.”
She waved the book and opened the front page to show her. “And don’t touch other people’s things.”
Miss Fisher’s face instantly darkened, losing all pretense of sophistication.
“You!”
The name written inside was clear: Callie.
Nelson’s handwriting was strong and bold.
It was a habit Callie had kept from her school days, writing her name in her books.
Nelson’s handwriting was beautiful; she had pestered him to write on the front page for her, joking that if they ever divorced, she might live off his signature.
Seeing Miss Fisher’s angry expression, Callie suddenly felt that her previous coquettishness had paid off.
With such a display of dominance, Miss Fisher couldn’t possibly miss who the book belonged to.
Miss Fisher narrowed her eyes. “Who exactly are you?”
At the same time, outside room 1359, a man stared at the numbers 1356 across the hall with a grim face.
A staff member came out after tidying up. “Is there… anything I can help you with?”
“The person inside?”
“They’ve already checked out.”
The secretary behind him trembled and tried to explain. “Mr. Oconnor, this was an accident. I didn’t expect to get the wrong room.”
If it weren’t for the bodyguard outside calling to say they saw Callie leave, Nelson might have torn down the hotel in his rage over finding the wrong room. And then killed the secretary.