He didn’t speak, but Marilyn didn’t stop: “Nelson is in Afupshire. If I were you, I wouldn’t just sit here waiting for his next move. With his skills, once he makes the next step, you might lose the chance to confront him.”
Callie, after finally managing to pull herself away, spent two whole hours figuring out the ins and outs of the situation.
The engineering problem was the trigger. Once it happened, the projects under Oconnor Group suddenly faced a withdrawal from the merger party. The initial funds had been invested, and the stock price kept dropping. It seemed premeditated, as many well-known market institutions did not side with Oconnor Group, leading to various sectors impeaching Nelson.
Anthony was the first to see the video of Callie showing up and called her, “Listen to me, madam. Old Oconnor has returned to Oconnor Group to take charge. Mr. Oconnor is already in Afupshire.”
“Afupshire?” Callie asked.
“Yes, Afupshire is a financial center. It’s convenient for us to operate here,” Anthony paused. “Mr. Oconnor means you shouldn’t worry and just do your own thing. He will handle everything.”
No matter when, Nelson’s presence always provided reassurance.
“Anthony, I’m very worried about him. I want to stand by his side,” Callie said.
There was a moment of silence before he replied, “The secretary’s office will send some documents over. Although Mr. Oconnor might not need them…”
Before he finished speaking, Callie understood and almost immediately responded, “Leave it to me.”
Under the twinkling stars at night, the plane flew swiftly through the sky. Callie sat in her seat, surrounded by documents and files from the secretary’s office. The terms were complex, but she forced herself to read every word.
The documents stated that this time the merger party’s move was direct, with no precedent cases to refer to. The executor needed to use their intellect and wisdom to solve it.
If not handled well, Oconnor Group would be devoured by various enterprises eyeing it covetously. If handled well, Oconnor Group would rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and no one would dare to challenge it.
A flight attendant brought her some mineral water. Callie leaned back in her seat for a brief rest, exhaling softly while her muddled mind constantly reflected on herself.
Nelson, you are really troublesome.
Always doing things that make people worry, always needing someone to clean up your messes. The issue this time could hurt Oconnor Group’s foundation-that’s certain.
She still didn’t know what state Nelson was in now.
Overwhelmed? Probably not, but surely a bit troubled.
He was a top player.
Callie carefully put away each document. Given the suddenness of the situation, she needed to see for herself to feel at ease.
Nelson hadn’t had a particularly good couple of days.
Bridger, as his deputy, soon arrived as well. In the eyes of the media, Bridger was also a significant figure. The two rarely appeared together; this time gathering in Afupshire naturally drew a lot of attention.
Afupshire, in a certain building, at ten o’clock at night.
Nelson, exhausted after finishing a meeting, went to Bridger’s hotel. He asked the front desk for a key card, found the room, and entered without a word. He walked straight into the master bedroom. “Starting tomorrow, you-”
Nelson spoke as he turned a corner into the master bedroom and then abruptly stopped.
“Damn.” Nelson cursed and turned back out.