Callie closed her eyes, feeling the pain of betrayal. Resting her head on her arm, she said, “You can leave now.”
For two days, she remained despondent. Nelson did not return to Paucaster Villa Complex. She wasn’t one to make things difficult for herself. She thought that perhaps she needed to find her true self again.
She booked a ticket for a trip up north.
But she never left.
Late at night at Ylosea Airport, the crowd was still bustling. Callie was inexplicably detained during security check, attracting a lot of attention.
The airport staff rushed over, full of apologies, and hesitantly asked, “Are you Miss Marsh?”
In the middle of the night, he had been urgently called by his superiors, thinking it was a major incident. But upon arrival, he found out it was just to detain a woman.
Callie remained indifferent.
“Miss Marsh, we might have to offend you.”
The light in her clear eyes slowly dimmed. She said, “What if I insist on leaving?”
Insist on leaving? Could he stop her? Of course, he had to.
Given how urgent the superiors were, it was clear that the person Miss Marsh had offended held significant power and the matter was serious.
Callie clenched her boarding pass tightly. Hearing no response, she turned and walked away.
Outside the airport, she looked up and suddenly saw a silent G-Wagon speeding straight towards her. The speed indicated a do-or-die determination. Callie was caught off guard and stood frozen, watching as the car approached.
There was only one person she knew who would drive at such a speed.
The car took no more than ten seconds to close in. No one knew what Callie was thinking during those ten seconds.
Just as the G-Wagon was about to hit her, the driver slammed on the brakes. The screeching sound of the tires against the ground pierced the air.
The wind from the approaching car blew Callie’s long hair back. She instinctively closed her eyes.
The distance between her and the car was less than twenty centimeters. Had the brakes been applied a second later, she might have been dead by now.
Suppressing her trembling, Callie opened her eyes and met the cold, unfeeling gaze of the driver.
The headlights of the G-Wagon were blindingly bright, making her eyes water.
She stood there in the light, exposed and vulnerable.
Callie was placed under house arrest.
It was Nelson’s doing. He was meticulous in his actions. When he decided to do something, there was no room for error.
Like now.
The house remained the same, and so did the people. But the way they interacted had clearly changed.
Callie showed absolute indifference for the first time. She cooperated with everything but refused to speak to anyone.
The servants at Paucaster Villa Complex noticed that Callie seemed genuinely weary of everything, like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
This was not a good sign.
“Madam, you should eat something. It’s been a day and eating so little is bad for your health,” Nancy said respectfully beside Callie, trying to persuade her. “Look, I made this especially for you.”
Callie sat on the balcony in a daze. Wrapped in a thin blanket, she watched expressionlessly as a car slowly approached downstairs. The speed was steady, no longer as domineering as that day.
She still remembered the force with which the man had dragged her into the car. A bit more strength and he could have strangled her.