Then?
“Of course, he didn’t succeed. Just as he was about to tear off my underwear, I felt a beer bottle beside me and smashed it on his head. His blood spilled on my dress and my hands. Later, the police came, and I claimed it was self-defense. No one believed me.”
Jaquan flew over to resolve the matter in the end.
Marilyn laughed as she recounted the story. “That was the worst time of my life, so now I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Nelson, that’s why I don’t care.” She reeked of alcohol. “I love you enough that I don’t care if you have a wife or not.”
Nelson’s mind instantly conjured up Callie’s proud face.
He remained silent.
Marilyn, having drunk too much, couldn’t control herself and asked out of selfish curiosity, “Have you known her for a long time?”
“Yes,” Nelson replied with a single syllable from his throat, clearly unwilling to elaborate.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt.
The driver, who had been silently driving in the front, saw endless indifference in his boss’s eyes through the rearview mirror.
“Marilyn went abroad because of Nelson,” Jaquan said casually as they sat in the hospital late at night in their original seats. “The photo incident ruined his reputation, and he got angry. He issued an ultimatum to the Ellison family. During that time, Marilyn’s reputation wasn’t good either, so they sent her to London to lay low.”
“In recent years, Marilyn thought about returning to the country, but Nelson subtly prevented it. He didn’t want her to come back.”
“How did you manage it?”
“You don’t need to know that,” Jaquan smiled. “If I didn’t have this ability, I wouldn’t have been able to stand against him for so many years.”
Ben took Callie back to Paucaster Villa Complex. That night, Nelson didn’t return. The driver called to say he was sleeping outside and emphasized that he was alone.
Callie believed him; the fact that he called to inform her meant it was true.
Unknowingly, Ylosea entered early summer. The weather gradually warmed up, and her wounds healed quickly. After a month, Callie recovered physically, and Ben could finally leave Paucaster Villa Complex.
She returned to Oconnor Group as usual. In her absence, the design department continued to operate smoothly.
Callie had lost a lot of weight and had become much quieter, making Litzy hesitant to ask, “Callie, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
“Nothing, I just didn’t recognize you from afar.”
Callie smiled lightly.
For over a month, she had been working online without affecting her job. But when she appeared in person, most people didn’t recognize her.
After work, Callie went to Scott Group. Jaquan had invited her; they had a press conference today.
At the press conference, she saw Marilyn. She had her hair in a bun and was typing on a laptop at the back.
A beautiful woman is always attractive, especially one with both charm and capability.
Marilyn noticed her and seemed surprised but quickly smiled and nodded at her.
It wasn’t exactly friendly, just distant.
Over the past month, all the rumors around Nelson involved this woman; Callie knew it all.
Everyone said he treated Marilyn differently.
In the past month, Callie had seen Nelson a few times, mostly just brief encounters without deep conversations.
“The lady in white, do you have any questions?”
The person on stage raised his voice. Callie was the only one wearing white in the audience, so all eyes turned to her. Feeling the attention, Callie looked up, somewhat bewildered.