Callie thought about Nelson not replying to her messages. He probably couldn’t find out where she was in a short time… As she thought this, a chill spread through her heart, and her eyes were filled with despair.
“Don’t come any closer…”
Nelson received the news while he was in front of Marilyn, pouring out the bowl of medicinal soup. “If you overstep your bounds again, don’t blame me for being rude.”
“Nelson…”
At that moment, the secretary rushed in, bracing himself. He leaned close to Nelson’s ear and whispered, “Mr. Oconnor, something has happened.”
In an instant, Nelson was fully alert.
His presence was murderous as he threw on his coat. “Prepare the car!”
Marilyn didn’t dare to breathe for a moment. Her intuition was sharp; she guessed that something had happened to Callie… Otherwise, Nelson wouldn’t be like this.
She quickly followed but then stopped and called Ahmad. “Dad! I need you to look into someone for me.”
“I’ve checked. Someone is pulling strings behind the scenes. Baxter is at the top, and the lady is being used to curry favor.”
Nelson’s face was dark with anger, his jaw clenched. “Is he courting death?”
The veins on his temples throbbed as he opened his phone and saw several unread messages and missed calls from Callie. The contact name “Callie Baby” was particularly glaring, piercing his heart.
He made a call while instructing his secretary, “Find out about Karlie!”
The car was already waiting outside the hotel. The driver opened the door, and Nelson got in with a frown, listening silently to the phone.
The call connected.
Nelson smiled lightly. “Donald, it’s Nelson. You’re in Ylosea tonight, right?”
Despite rushing to save someone in a critical situation, his casual tone and slight smile made it hard to discern his true intentions.
The black Porsche sped away like a bullet. Kieran ran several red lights, and the secretary in the passenger seat didn’t dare to breathe. He knew he would witness something significant tonight.
The car reached a fork in the road. Not far ahead was the area where high-ranking officials stayed, brightly lit.
Nelson got out of the car. Donald was already waiting at the intersection with two men in suits who looked older.
Donald was well-maintained; at sixty, he looked fifty. As an official, he often interacted with the business world. Over the years, he had taken good care of Oconnor Group, and Nelson naturally followed the rules, ensuring mutual benefits.
Seeing Nelson, Donald spoke first, “I called ahead, but they didn’t answer. There are guards at the door. The people outside were probably pre-arranged, but don’t worry, we arrived in time. She’s not seriously hurt.”
Nelson’s cold smile deepened as he repeated “pre-arranged” under his breath, wishing he could tear that scoundrel apart.
“I never thought he’d set his sights on my woman!”
He was about to stride forward when Donald stopped him. “Nelson, if this gets out tonight, he’ll be punished and dismissed. But don’t forget how he got to this position…”
Nelson glanced over, and Donald fell silent.
“Move.”
The man walked into the darkness, exuding a menacing aura.
Two tall bodyguards stood outside the villa, having received the news and not daring to look up.
Inside the villa, dim yellow lights were on, and the smell of alcohol permeated the air. The closer Nelson got, the stronger the smell became. He paused slightly as he walked further in.