“Callie?”
Litzy leaned in and saw the photo on Callie’s screen, sighing heavily behind her. “Ah, Nelson’s expression… so he really has a wife.”
Callie barely listened, relieved that she had taken a shower and changed clothes at the Paucaster Villa Complex.
She shouldn’t have appeared in public with that man.
Nelson’s every move, whether in the entertainment industry or the business world, caused a huge stir. Rumors were flying that this golden bachelor was already married.
As the news spread, Oconnor Group’s stock price rose several points. A stable marriage easily gained investors’ trust.
For Oconnor Group, it was all benefits and no harm.
The secretary felt a bit pained. “Mr. Oconnor, do we really need to remove it?”
Nelson sat in his office, his voice cold. “You’ve made quite a few mistakes today.”
The secretary immediately fell silent. “I understand.”
She instructed the PR team to remove all the news online without responding.
She somewhat understood Nelson. He probably didn’t want to remove it either, not for profit but because he didn’t want to hide Callie.
But Callie didn’t want to be exposed to the public. Nelson understood her reasons, though it made him uncomfortable, he wouldn’t say much and would respect her wishes.
After Oconnor Group removed the trending topic, Jaquan, who hadn’t contacted Callie for a long time, called her. His first words were, “Did you ask for the news to be removed?”
Callie hadn’t found Nelson yet when she heard the news and asked back, “It was removed?”
Jaquan responded with a hum. “Do you know that recently Nelson and I have been playing a short-selling game? Although there were no losses, today’s heat could have made things easier for him.”
Hearing Jaquan’s slightly disdainful tone, Callie was momentarily stunned and said, “I didn’t ask him to remove it.”
Jaquan chuckled briefly. “Then I get it.”
So this man at the top of the pyramid really had a weakness-Callie.
Online, people remarked after seeing the hashtag #Mr. And Mrs. Oconnor drop in popularity: Oconnor Group has taken action. It seems she might not be Mrs. Oconnor. Maybe those photos were just for show?
After hanging up the phone, Jaquan stared at the distant emerald lake, his strong yet lonely silhouette revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Soon, a woman’s hands climbed onto his shoulders, soft and boneless. “Jaquan, what are you thinking about?”
The woman wore a white nightgown, her figure slender and her wrists so thin they seemed fragile and pale.
“Awake now?” The man’s sharp eyes fell on her bandaged wrist, his tone lacking its usual gentleness.
The woman was startled and lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze. “You’re blaming me.”
Jaquan suddenly turned around, grabbing her wrist and pointing at it. “How long are you going to keep hurting yourself? Look at this; is this what a woman’s hand should look like?”
Her white, soft arm was covered in scars.
The woman collapsed onto the sofa, suddenly screaming hysterically. “What do you want me to do? If I don’t do this, who would come to see me? Even you have come less often these past two years. It hurts here, Jaquan! It hurts!”
She pointed to her chest as tears streamed down her face, evoking pity from anyone who saw.
Jaquan closed his eyes. “Marilyn, does it have to be him?”