The Oconnor Group had just caught its breath, and Nelson was almost living at the company day and night, with the secretarial staff struggling to keep up.
“Mr. Oconnor doesn’t give us a moment’s rest,” one of them complained.
“Tell me about it. Ever since the Oconnor Group turned the corner, Mr. Oconnor has practically made the company his home…”
“Maybe he just can’t afford to fail again…”
Anthony walked in with some documents and overheard the grumbling employees. He frowned, “Don’t you have anything to do?”
They exchanged glances.
“It’s a special period, let’s get through it,” Anthony wanted to say that things would be better when Callie returned, but instead, he said, “It’ll be better once this period is over.”
On days when he finished his work, Nelson often sat in the lounge, staring blankly. Outside, the city lights were bright, yet none of which belonged to his home.
He had never cared about what a home was like, until he met Callie. For the first time, he felt a longing and expectation for a “home.”
Was she doing well in Osegow? What was she doing now?
After returning from the airport, he went to see his grandfather at the old mansion. His grandfather nodded solemnly, “Yes.”
Nelson closed his eyes, confirming that what Regan had said was true.
A crushing regret overwhelmed him.
He didn’t go into details, but his grandfather had guessed most of it. He patted his grandson’s shoulder, “Callie is a good woman. I feel at ease with her by your side, but with you by her side, I’m not so sure.”
His words were profound.
“Life is full of compromises, but try to do better and don’t break her heart.”
That night, Nelson stayed at the old mansion. He didn’t go to the master bedroom but sat in the study, listening to the rain outside.
He remembered a time when he got angry at Callie for moving Maeve’s photo in this very room. She cried.
Thinking back on it now, he realized how much of a jerk he had been. It dawned on him that his concern for her had unknowingly become deeply ingrained.
Two months later.
At the beginning of the month, there was finally some news that excited the shareholders who had invested in Oconnor Group stocks.
A German bank, along with several investment banks, injected $500 million into Oconnor Group. Analysts said that such a large-scale investment would accelerate domestic internet development and save Oconnor Group from its dire straits.
Dire straits? Not quite.
After many days, Nelson finally appeared before the media, looking much better. His gaze swept across the room, silencing everyone.
He said, “I welcome strong opponents, provided they are truly strong and not just bluffing.”
With one sentence, he explained that he had simply been too disdainful to respond earlier. If this battle were to begin, he would not yield an inch.
It seemed that the man who had been low-key was ready to show his ambitions again.
As he got into the car, Kieran nodded at him and knowingly drove to a certain place.
He was actually very busy. Anthony discussed business matters with him and frowned, “Do you think Scott Group will continue to attack?”
“Oconnor Group’s stock hasn’t bottomed out; they won’t miss the opportunity,” Nelson replied. The tension in his heart was palpable. Scott Group had clearly been planning this for a long time; they wouldn’t give up easily and might even make bigger moves.
“Any news?” The man in the back seat suddenly asked.
Anthony was silent for a moment. “… Not yet. Our people have searched almost everywhere in Osegow but still found no trace of Madam.”
The car stopped. The trees outside the window were deep yellow; autumn had arrived again. This season always brought a sense of desolation.