Nelson seemed to have arranged a meeting. Shortly after, a well-dressed woman, likely in her fifties and slightly overweight, approached.
She bowed respectfully to Nelson. “I’m sorry, Mr. Oconnor, I’m late. I just finished a project bidding.”
Hearing this keyword, Callie perked up, her impatience lessening as she looked towards Nelson.
“Sit,” Nelson said, pouring her a cup of tea himself.
The woman took the tea with some trepidation, hesitated for a moment, then sat beside Callie.
Their eyes met briefly. She nodded slightly, her gaze wandering with some surprise. She whispered, “Mrs. Oconnor.”
Since becoming a trending topic, Callie’s face had been known to many.
Callie felt a headache coming on.
Nelson’s eyes were on her, observing her reaction as he casually introduced, “This is the head of the most famous engineering outsourcing team in the province, Ms. Palmer.”
Callie was puzzled. What was Nelson planning?
Such an important figure, and he met her so easily.
Callie greeted her, “Hello, Ms. Palmer.”
Ms. Palmer understood immediately. “Mr. Oconnor and Mrs. Oconnor are truly a perfect match.”
Callie was about to refute when Nelson interrupted, “Thank you.”
He took a sip of tea elegantly.
Callie glared at him.
Ms. Palmer continued politely, “I received the news in a hurry and didn’t have time to prepare a gift. How about dinner tonight? My treat.”
The revival of the Oconnor Group under Nelson’s leadership had spread far and wide. He was known as a talented and ruthless man, and many sought to connect with him. Ms. Palmer was no exception.
“No need,” Nelson said indifferently. “I invited you here today to ask for your help with something.”
“Anything you need, just say the word. I’ll do my best.”
Helping Nelson would surely bring future benefits.
Callie gripped her cup tightly, sensing something bad.
Nelson spoke calmly, “I’d like to ask you to assist with the channel development for my wife’s studio.”
Callie immediately protested, “Nelson!”
She had never asked for this help. Why was he taking matters into his own hands?
Nelson was indifferent to her reaction.
Ms. Palmer quickly responded, gently asking Callie, “Mrs. Oconnor has a studio?”
Callie reluctantly nodded. “Yes… I’m one of the partners, mainly doing design work.”
“How many projects have you taken on?”
“Not many, but enough to get by.” She was implying that help was unnecessary.
Ms. Palmer looked troubled.
Nelson broke through her concerns with one sentence, “Her current channels are too limited.”
Callie slammed her hand on the table. “You’re going too far.”
Ms. Palmer began to realize that their relationship wasn’t as good as she had imagined.
Nelson only focused on her reddened hand. “Does it hurt?”
For a moment, Callie wanted to curse.
She turned away, not wanting to engage with him any further. Let him do as he pleased; she wouldn’t cooperate.
Nelson seemed unbothered by her opinion and sat across from Ms. Palmer, leisurely discussing the studio’s operations.
From business expansion to project marketing, Nelson could provide three plans for each stage. For a moment, Ms. Palmer even doubted whether she was the industry leader or if Nelson was.