Charlotte calmly looked him in the eye. “Mr. Scott sent me. He asked me to bring you some documents.”
Nelson leaned against the door, looking rather nonchalant. “What documents?”
“Documents on how to handle this crisis.”
Charlotte seemed a bit scared of him, trying hard to stay calm, her hands trembling slightly as she held the documents.
Nelson stepped aside, and Charlotte followed him in. The first thing she saw was the messy bed, making her feel a bit flustered as she quickly averted her gaze. Nelson leisurely sat on the sofa. “Are you afraid of me?”
Charlotte smiled. “You are the executor of Oconnor Group. I suppose I’m not the only one who’s afraid.”
He gestured for her to sit down and calmly took out a pack of cigarettes. “What does Jaquan want to say by sending you here?”
Charlotte was stunned. “You know he sent a message for you?”
Nelson pulled out a cigar from the pack, not his usual choice, and rolled it between his fingers, his mind clear.
Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Charlotte sat down and placed the documents aside. “The six hundred million dollars allocated from above has already gone down the drain, hasn’t it?”
This was Jaquan’s exact words.
Nelson’s gaze remained fixed on the sunlight dancing on the windowsill.
That day at the Sky Pavilion, he had refused the shortcut offered by Mr. Gallagher. Now, he naturally had to face the backlash and crisis that followed. Those people wouldn’t let him get through it easily.
Nelson was mentally prepared.
Charlotte continued, “Mr. Scott means that in this crisis of Oconnor Group, he can step in to calm things down and also provide funds for Oconnor Group’s turnover, but there’s one condition.”
Nelson lit the cigar, exhaled smoke, and then spoke. “Say it.”
“He wants Oconnor Group to change its centralized power structure and allow foreign capital to enter.”
Charlotte said this without much confidence.
The man chuckled at her words. “Mr. Scott is relentless in his desire to bring me down.”
For a moment, Charlotte was unsettled by the smile on his lips.
“If I don’t agree, does that mean your trip here is wasted?”
Charlotte avoided his gaze. “You could say that.”
Nelson stood up, turning his back to her. “He will punish you.”
“Mr. Scott is kind and treats me well.”
Looking at his back, Charlotte suddenly understood something. Nelson was not someone who could be easily outmaneuvered; he was always the one setting traps for others.
“Then you should go back.”
So decisive.
Charlotte frowned and added, “Mr. Oconnor, aren’t you afraid?”
Nelson finally glanced at her. “Afraid of what?”
Charlotte had never seen an executor like him who remained so calm in the face of imminent disaster. Today was an eye-opener for her, her eyes slightly wavering. “If Oconnor Group can’t hold on, Mr. Scott will get more than what he’s asking for now.”
After all, even Nelson’s grandfather had taken action.
“And what about you? Do you want me to hold on or not?” With this question, they seemed to grow a bit closer.
Charlotte found it hard to respond. “Of course I hope you can hold on. I read Miss Ellison’s interview where she wrote that the business world will look to you for decades to come.”
Nelson seemed a bit surprised. “You read that article?”
“Mr. Oconnor’s interviews in Ylosea are always highly sought after.”
Nelson, with one hand in his pocket and a cigar in his mouth, walked up to Charlotte. He didn’t appear frivolous but rather exuded a wild charm.
Charlotte lowered her eyes, unable to retreat.
“You’ve finished your task. You can go now; I’m going back to sleep.” Unexpectedly, this was all he said.
It was a dismissal.