Callie watched, feeling increasingly calm. Even though it was her first time encountering such a situation, she realized she had been targeted.
Being publicly criticized was not a pleasant experience.
Litzy hadn’t heard Callie’s voice for a while and couldn’t help but call out, “Callie, Callie? Are you still there?”
“Yes.” Callie handed the phone back to Jaquan. “All I can say is, if someone wanted to smear me, they succeeded.”
Litzy felt uneasy. “Should I find someone to trace the IP address of the post?”
“No need, we won’t find anything. Let’s not waste our efforts.” Callie was frighteningly calm. “Thank you, Litzy.”
After hanging up, she locked eyes with the man standing against the light.
He frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Was it you?” she asked seriously. “The attack seemed aimed at me, but it also involved Oconnor Group. Among the people I know, only you are suspect.”
“Your reasoning doesn’t hold up.”
“So I hope you’ll voluntarily tell me.”
He answered earnestly, “If I say it wasn’t me, will you believe me?”
He was right. Even if he said it wasn’t him, Callie wouldn’t believe it. She looked away. “You’ve exhausted all my trust.”
Jaquan pressed his tongue against his cheek, glanced around, then got into the car. “What exactly did Nelson tell you?”
At the top floor of Oconnor Group.
When the man finished his meeting and came out, it was already half-past nine in the evening.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was pitch black.
Nelson carried his coat, wearing only a white shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, exuding an unrestrained aura.
The secretary was scrolling through an iPad. When she saw him come out, she immediately followed. “Mr. Oconnor.”
Nelson handed her his coat and continued walking steadily forward, his voice low. “Has she gone back?”
The secretary understood who he was referring to. “Not yet.”
Nelson paused slightly, frowning almost imperceptibly.
The secretary handed him the iPad at the right moment. “Mrs. Oconnor is in trouble.”
The man scanned the content on the iPad quickly. The page was filled with harsh comments under a design draft on Twitter, with discussions escalating and all remarks viciously attacking Callie.
A flash of anger appeared in Nelson’s deep black eyes but quickly vanished. His expression remained calm. “Have we found out who did it?”
“Not yet.”
She thought Nelson wouldn’t be so indifferent and would show some concern. However, his reaction was unexpected, as if it had nothing to do with him.
The secretary cautiously asked, “Mr. Oconnor, should we… help her?”
“No need.”
Nelson’s hands were in his pockets as he stopped at the door of his office. He glanced inside and paused, feeling a weight on his heart that sought an outlet.
But he actually resisted this emotion.
Nelson snapped back to reality and quickly made a decision, handing the iPad back to the secretary. In a cold voice, he said, “Get rid of this mess. I don’t want to see it again.”
Her eyes lit up. “Yes.”
Though he seemed indifferent, he was ultimately protective and very possessive in his protection.
She took a detour into the secretary’s office and quickly tapped on a colleague’s desk. “Mr. Oconnor said he doesn’t want to see this mess anymore! Congratulations, you’re working overtime tonight.”
The colleague groaned. “Ever since Miss Weber left, the workload is too much!”