“Then I’ll just assume I misjudged him.” Callie still trusted Nelson up to this point.
Jaquan remained silent. Just then, his private phone rang. He glanced at it and left the room.
A little later, Callie felt slightly better. She reassured Regan of her safety and then sat by the window, lost in thought.
The situation at Oconnor Group was still dire. Perhaps due to her illness, Callie found herself able to calmly reflect on the current state of affairs.
Such a situation couldn’t have been caused by just two forces. There might be a third party, or even a fourth…
She took out the divorce agreement from her bag, with the name section left blank. She stared at it for a while, wondering if Lucia had played a role in this scheme.
Only by reaching this point did Callie realize how difficult it was for Nelson. Every step he took was like walking on a tightrope.
After finishing his call, Jaquan stood still. “I understand.”
Mikayla happened to come out of the elevator and quickly approached him. “Mr. Scott, are you crazy? That’s Nelson’s wife. If someone finds out she’s on our turf, it’ll be a huge problem.”
Jaquan continued to handle matters on his phone without looking up. “Who would know? He hasn’t made it public.”
“That’s true, but she…” A ticking time bomb!
Jaquan didn’t respond and typed a few words: Keep Nelson occupied. Send.
“But Miss Ellison knows. If she finds out about our plan, it will be ruined…”
“Whether she knows depends on how tight-lipped you all are.” Jaquan finally looked up and warned in a deep voice.
Mikayla frowned and nodded, feeling that his leader’s attitude towards Callie was quite strange.
“Isn’t Ahmad coming to Sky Pavilion for socializing in the next few days?”
He suddenly asked. Mikayla thought for a moment. “Yes.”
“Make arrangements. I need to bring someone in.”
Mikayla’s eyes widened. “It can’t be… No, Mr. Scott, if she really persuades him, Nelson could turn the tables.”
“Ahmad’s wavering is inevitable. He never supported Marilyn’s approach from the start.” Jaquan placed his hands on the railing, looking down at the bustling crowd below.
“Nelson cost me a quarter’s profit. I will repay him double, that’s for sure.”
In just a couple of days, the staff at Sky Pavilion knew that Mr. Scott was keeping a woman there.
He had kept women before but never took such meticulous care of them.
Meals were prepared like postpartum meals, with ingredients airlifted from abroad, without any negligence.
They all said this woman wasn’t in good health.
Jaquan visited her every day.
Most of the time, Callie sat by the window in a daze. Her body was weak, and even speaking was exhausting. Jaquan felt reassured just seeing her alive.
“You look like you’re being held hostage. Who would think I’m your savior?” he half-joked, his face partly hidden in shadow, looking very attractive.
Callie smiled faintly. “Yes, you’ve saved me many times. I fear I won’t be able to repay you in this lifetime.”
“Stop.” Jaquan raised his hand. “You must repay me. I don’t want to hear any talk about repaying in the next life.”
“I’ll repay you if I get the chance.” Callie’s feelings towards him were complex; he was both her benefactor and her enemy, yet they coexisted peacefully.
“Jaquan,” she couldn’t hold back any longer, “when can I see Ahmad?”
Jaquan raised an eyebrow and turned slightly. “Eating my food, drinking my drinks, living in my place, and you want me to do things for you? Miss Marsh, what an attitude.”