Once again, all eyes were on her.
Three seconds later, she realized it was the Q&A session.
Callie, unfazed, took the microphone and calmly put her glasses back on.
“Hello, Mr. Scott. I would like to ask, since the establishment of Scott Group, it has secured a place in the market with a style heavily influenced by your chairman’s personal characteristics and preferences. Assuming that your chairman steps down in the future, will Scott Group continue this market style? After ending the cooperation with Oconnor Group, will the two companies become adversaries? That’s my question, thank you.”
This question was both sharp and interesting.
Everyone present could see that this lady went through several emotional changes from asking to finishing her question-nervousness to relaxation.
On stage, Jaquan smiled faintly and asked, “May I know your surname, Miss?”
Feigning ignorance, she replied, “… My surname is Marsh.”
“Miss Marsh, your question today is very well-posed. However, unfortunately, in today’s less-than-ideal setting, I am unable to answer it.”
This response was very clever; it neither dismissed Callie’s question nor did it compromise his own position.
The audience erupted in good-natured laughter.
Callie touched her nose and smiled awkwardly, but mentally she made a note of this person.
At that moment, she didn’t realize that the research meeting was filled with notable figures and inevitably reporters. Where there are reporters, there are cameras, and today’s joint research meeting was being broadcast live.
In the Oconnor Group’s high-level conference room, the big screen was showing the Scott Group’s research meeting. After Jaquan answered Callie’s question, the high-level executives in the conference room chuckled kindly, partly because Callie’s reaction was genuinely cute.
The secretary standing behind the main seat cleared his throat lightly, signaling everyone to look at Nelson’s expression. The man had his hands clenched in front of him, long legs propped on the conference table, his face as cold as ice.
When Callie finally left, Jaquan escorted her.
Since their last conversation, their relationship had improved significantly; they were almost friends.
“Why did you deliberately choose me?”
“To annoy her.” There was no need to specify who “her” was.
Callie seemed indifferent. “She probably doesn’t care about you at all,” just like Nelson didn’t care about her.
Jaquan smiled but said nothing more.
When someone pushed open the door and entered, Callie lay still in the darkness with her eyes open.
The wall lamp lit up. Nelson glanced indifferently at the bedside. Before his hand could touch her, the curled-up woman rolled to the other side as if by instinct, avoiding his touch.
His palm landed on the indentation where she had slept; it was still warm.
He checked his watch; it was mercilessly pointing to 2 AM.
Brought back late at night by a man in a luxury car, his wife impressed him a lot.
As he wondered if she was asleep, Nelson’s mouth curled into a cold smile. He turned to enter the bathroom but suddenly noticed the clothes in the laundry basket.
-Reeking of alcohol and even smelling of smoke.
Callie occasionally drank but never smoked.
She was abruptly pulled up by an angry man.
She cried out in pain and grabbed his delicate wrist but was ruthlessly flung aside. Unable to control her fall, she hit her head, her vision blurring instantly. She saw that familiar face inching closer. The man knelt on one knee on the bed. Through her hazy vision, Callie vaguely saw him raise his hand as if to strike her!
He stopped midway as if regaining his senses at that moment. After a pause, he lifted Callie’s chin with a chilling smile. “Quite the spectacle today, Mrs. Oconnor.”