Callie picked it up and saw a strand of light-colored hair, long and curly, definitely not hers. Someone had been in the hotel room she shared with Nelson, and this person must have been close to Nelson, otherwise, she wouldn’t have left a hair tie behind.
Nancy asked, “Is there a problem?”
Callie put the hair tie back in place, smiled slightly, and shook her head. “Let’s go.”
She slowed her steps and walked downstairs. Sure enough, she saw the man tending to the flowers. She pondered; ever since he rescued her last time, Karlie had not been implicated.
However, many things had already caused a stir in Ylosea’s various circles. He no longer seemed to avoid the identity of Mrs. Oconnor and even intentionally let others know that she, Callie, was Mrs. Oconnor.
And what about Marilyn? Was he no longer afraid of Marilyn?
Karlie was involved in the Baxter incident, and Pablo, Karlie’s father, was furious. But somehow, all investigations did not lead to her. Once the storm passed, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The night Callie was rescued, Karlie immediately ran to her father, knelt down, and begged him to protect her. If Callie wasn’t dead, she would be finished.
But after a few days, there was no news at all.
Karlie finally calmed down and received an invitation from Jaquan. He invited her to the top floor of the Scott Group, his voice full of gentleness. “Karlie, I owe you an apology for what happened last time. Come have a cup of tea with me and let me apologize in person, okay?”
Karlie’s heart couldn’t help but race. The grievances of the past few days poured out. “Jaquan… really?”
“Of course.”
The Scott Group was equipped with high-end facilities everywhere. A dedicated secretary led the way with utmost professionalism. “Miss Sherman, this way please.”
Jaquan’s office had a lounge area and was very spacious. Karlie walked in cautiously and saw him sitting at the desk, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and making tea.
Karlie suddenly felt like crying. This was the man she had admired for years, even his gentleness was just right.
Hearing her approach, Jaquan smiled and took off his glasses with one hand. “Come here.”
Karlie snapped out of it and hurried over, biting her lip. “Jaquan.”
Jaquan responded and placed a cup of tea in front of her. His fingers were long and clean as he gestured for her to sit.
“This is Earl Grey, if I’m not mistaken.”
Karlie picked up the cup and took a sip. It was slightly bitter but very good, indescribably good.
After finishing the cup, she looked a bit aggrieved, her eyes red. She still called out, “These past few days, thanks to you, there have been all sorts of rumors.”
Jaquan refilled her cup and pulled her hand over. On her wrist was a Cartier bracelet he had given her before, covering a faint scar.
He gently caressed it, and Karlie trembled slightly.
He looked up, his smile not reaching his eyes. “You must hate me quite a bit.”
Most people who knew Jaquan knew he was naturally cheerful and rarely got angry. If he did get angry, it wouldn’t show on the surface. That kind of emotion was like a slow poison, seeping in bit by bit until you realized it too late when he had already pushed you into hell.
The business world was bizarre and unpredictable; one couldn’t avoid encountering a few who challenged authority. To stop them required making an example out of someone.
Jaquan had personally dealt with such matters before; only Mikayla knew about it.
He found the opponent’s wife and child. He was good-looking and politically savvy. If he deliberately tried to please someone, no one could resist.
Soon enough, the opponent’s wife was changed sides immediately.