Callie almost choked. “You knew about this all along, didn’t you? You knew it was Regan, right? But you didn’t respond to my messages. You came back to the country and didn’t tell me. What have you been doing these past few days? Can you tell me?”
His face turned ashen.
“Is Regan that important, or is there someone else so important that it makes you lose your composure like this? But Nelson, I have my dignity too. By saying this, how low do you think of me?”
Her tone suddenly turned cold. “What if I don’t give it to you?”
A sudden force pushed her backward. When her back hit the wall, her head knocked heavily against it. She closed her eyes but didn’t feel the expected pain. Instead, she felt something soft-his palm.
The man in front of her looked serious. He withdrew his hand and reached for hers. He suddenly asked, “At the Scott Group anniversary celebration, I told you not to go. Why didn’t you listen?”
To her, these words were a diversion.
Callie remained silent, hiding her hand behind her back, refusing to give it to him.
Nelson’s patience was running thin. He grabbed her arm and tried to pull it out. “You know I don’t like you meeting Jaquan, yet you still went, huh? Skye slapped you; I saw it with my own eyes. Can’t you let it go?”
He didn’t hold back, and Callie stumbled from his pull, her arm hurting. She instinctively let out a muffled groan.
Nelson was momentarily distracted by her low cry, his grip loosening slightly but not letting go.
Something seemed to provoke the woman. She suddenly struggled violently, hitting him randomly with her hands and feet, her eyes filled with anger. She shouted, “Nelson! Get out! Don’t touch me!”
Nelson held her tightly in his arms, feeling annoyed by her struggle. He lost control for a moment and slapped her lightly on the side of her face and neck. The sound was soft but startled both of them.
Nelson seemed to get angry. Taking advantage of her stunned state, he easily pulled the recording pen from her hand.
Callie felt all her strength drain away.
Nelson frowned, a huge sense of panic washing over him. He didn’t know how to explain it to her; at this moment, any explanation would seem like a weak excuse.
Callie looked at the recording pen in his hand, her voice trembling. “If you take this today, I will hate you.”
The man trembled all over, his grip tightening unconsciously.
In the end, he still took it.
The woman with tear-filled eyes looked as fragile as a porcelain doll under the light.
In the master bedroom of Paucaster Villa Complex, Callie sat limply on the floor. Nelson’s secretary watched her. “Madam, don’t take it to heart. Mr. Oconnor has sent someone to explain to the committee; it was all a misunderstanding. You can still continue in the competition.”
The woman sat on the floor, silent and pale.
“Miss Regan saved you once. Mr. Oconnor might be repaying a debt of gratitude; you know that.”
She still didn’t speak.
The secretary sighed. “A few days ago, we received photos of you and Mr. Scott in the hallway, looking very intimate. Mr. Oconnor saw them and was very angry but didn’t tell you.”
Hearing this, Callie finally understood. She laughed bitterly and looked up. “So you’re saying he’s taking revenge on me?”
“No…”
“When did he return to the country? I want the truth.”
The secretary looked troubled. “Just these past two days.”
It seemed it was earlier than that. “What has he been doing since he returned?”
“… I can’t say.”