Before the words were finished, everyone saw Callie raise her hand to grasp the blade. Kieran was stunned, and in that moment of hesitation, she swiftly snatched the knife and threw it to the ground.
Her hand was unscathed. Callie remained indifferent, like an outsider. “Is this knife new? It hasn’t been sharpened, can’t even cut a lemon.”
As the knife hit the ground, Kieran filled with complicated feelings.
What was expected to be a scene of a gangster’s hostage situation turned out to be nothing more than an empty threat from a cowardly thug.
Shamar immediately put away his phone.
Kieran stiffened his neck, still maintaining his rogue demeanor. “I don’t care. If you don’t give me a way out today, I’m sticking with you guys. And you can’t leave either.”
Callie leaned against the wall. “What can you do?”
“Nothing.” The man answered righteously, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Then what do you want to do?”
“Let me put it this way.” Kieran took a step back and sat on someone’s desk, his long legs dangling. With his lazy posture, one might think he was on vacation by the sea.
He extended his hand seriously. “Let me stay here, I’ll do anything. Thirty thousand dollars a month, not too much to ask, right?”
Litzy couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t you just rob us?”
Shamar chimed in, “How is this any different from robbery?”
Callie smirked. “It’s not impossible. Have your father come talk to me.”
If she agreed to this demand, their stubborn tenants would have no face to refuse to move out.
After saying this, she re-entered the meeting room and instructed Litzy, “Get security to throw him out.”
“You!”
Several security guards escorted the young man out, thoroughly humiliating him.
Kieran stood alone outside the Oconnor Group building. He turned and looked up at the skyscraper, his tongue pressing against his cheek, eyes narrowing into slits. Callie, well played.
This incident eventually reached Nelson’s ears.
At the top floor of Oconnor Group, the secretary poured Callie a cup of hot water. Nelson, leaning against the side while flipping through documents, asked upon hearing the news, “Kieran?”
Callie seemed amused. “How did you know about this?”
The man didn’t answer, his deep eyes filled with unreadable emotions.
The matter was left unresolved for a few days until Callie received a response from the stubborn tenants. They were willing to let go on the condition that their son’s job was secured-not as demanding as Kieran’s request, just enough for him to get by.
Around that time, Nelson had just received all information about Kieran. He had attended MIT but later fell into bad company, wasting his days away. His misdeeds filled two pages of records, making Nelson’s mouth twitch as he read.
That evening, Nelson appeared around Kieran’s current residence.
He witnessed a despondent young man stumble out of his house, slamming the door behind him. The man looked lifeless but paused when he saw a luxury car. After a moment of silence, he picked up a large stone from the ground and raised it to smash the car.
Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly and blocked him in time. “What are you doing!”
Kieran glanced at him and yawned, tossing the stone aside nonchalantly. “What do you mean? This is my house. You parked here blocking my way. Do you think that’s appropriate?”
Nelson took in the scene before lowering the car window.
The two men’s eyes met.
Kieran looked suspicious and raised his chin at him. “Who are you?”
Nelson unhurriedly surveyed the surroundings and asked, “Can you accept it?”