When the news appeared on the Ellison family TV, Marilyn threw the phone she had been holding in her palm.
That day, Nelson had clearly returned to Ylosea to make peace with her, but now everything was ruined…
The servants trembled, not daring to speak a word.
Marilyn was the epitome of a socialite from a prestigious family, usually very poised and rarely losing her composure like this.
Ahmad heard the commotion from his study and came out leaning on his cane. “What’s all this noise about?”
Marilyn stood downstairs, looking up at her father, and questioned, “Father, did you provide the funds for Oconnor Group?”
“What nonsense are you talking about!” Ahmad did not admit it.
“I can’t think of anyone else. Oconnor Group was clearly at the end of its rope, just a few more days and it would have been finished. But at this critical moment, it received financial support. In all of Ylosea, I can’t think of anyone else who would help him!”
Marilyn spoke sharply. She had only taken over the Ellison family affairs for half a month, but already had the demeanor of a leader.
Even Ahmad had to admit she was promising, but as Nelson had said, Marilyn lacked long-term vision.
“Why not? Nelson’s mother Lucia has returned to the country, hasn’t she? She would naturally help her son!”
“Lucia wouldn’t!” Marilyn replied decisively, as if she knew the truth.
Ahmad remained silent, exuding a manly vibe.
Marilyn realized her words were too harsh and added, “I mean, Lucia and Nelson are not on good terms. They wouldn’t be in such a cooperative relationship. If it were her, everyone would know, and the media wouldn’t dig so deep.”
Ahmad just looked at her without indicating whether he believed her or not, but spoke earnestly, “Marilyn, you’re too eager for quick success. Doing things this way won’t get you anywhere.”
Marilyn turned her head slightly at his words. “In Ylosea and even nationwide, most big companies would show you respect. Are you sure it wasn’t you who leaked the information and had them invest in Oconnor Group?”
“When you start listening to what I say, we can talk again.” Ahmad didn’t want to say more.
At that moment, they heard the sound of vehicles outside the Ellison family home. Isaac had returned with Regan. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Isaac looked as refined as ever. Regan followed behind him and remained silent amidst the tense atmosphere.
“What’s going on here? Marilyn, are you arguing with Father again?” Isaac smiled as he tried to mediate, walking up to pat Marilyn on the shoulder. “What’s there to argue about? Apologize to Father, quickly.”
Marilyn glared at him, shook off his hand, and walked straight to Regan. “Was it you?”
Caught off guard by the question, Regan pressed her lips together. “I don’t understand.”
“I heard that while I was away, someone came to ask Father for help regarding Oconnor Group. Was that person brought in by you?” Marilyn sneered.
Regan pushed her tongue against her cheek, knowing she had found out about Callie.
“She is my studio partner. I had to help her.” Regan looked at Ahmad. “Besides… Father didn’t see her.”
“If he had seen her?” Marilyn scolded angrily. “Do you dare bring anyone home? Do you really think you’re the master here? Don’t forget who your savior is!”
Her words were too harsh. Regan swallowed his anger. “It’s you all.”
“Good that you know. And also, do you call him Father?” Marilyn’s rage was unstoppable. “You’re nothing but a dog my brother keeps!”
A dog.
Regan trembled all over.