“That’s about it. I hope my wife’s studio can become famous nationwide within six months, even surpassing the Oconnor Group,” Nelson said.
Ms. Palmer was slightly taken aback, shocked by the ambition that Nelson exuded so casually. He even wanted his wife’s studio to surpass the Oconnor Group!
Even Callie, who had to listen to this, had to admit that Nelson’s plan was very practical. If he operated it, becoming the industry leader was only a matter of time.
Ms. Palmer took a moment to understand Nelson’s meaning and then complimented, “I am deeply impressed by your words. Truly, talented people are remarkable wherever they go.”
Nelson didn’t respond much, his gaze lingering on Callie, and he smiled slightly. “Because my wife likes it.”
Ms. Palmer had only vaguely heard about his deeds. Now, seeing him, he didn’t seem as fickle as the rumors suggested; rather, he seemed very devoted to his wife.
Not wanting to say more, Nelson got straight to the point. “I know your team has always wanted to expand in this field. The Oconnor Group can support you without taking a penny, provided you successfully operate my wife’s studio.”
This was an enormous temptation. As a businessman, Nelson was actually at a loss here; he was willing to spend a fortune for his beloved.
Ms. Palmer nodded eagerly. “With your sincerity, I have no reason to refuse. Rest assured, I will have someone handle it immediately.”
He paused and looked at Callie, who had been silent all along. “However… we still need Mrs. Oconnor to provide the studio’s information so we know which direction to operate in.”
Nelson could decide everything else for her, but only Callie could decide this.
At this moment, Callie finally lifted her head and looked at Nelson, somewhat proactively, as if saying: Aren’t you good at talking? Go ahead.
Nelson wasn’t angry; he smiled slightly. He liked the way she was, lively and high-spirited.
Callie stood up and softly overturned all his prepared plans. “This studio belongs to Regan and me. Without our authorization, no one can touch it.”
After speaking, Callie didn’t look at the man’s expression and walked out.
Ms. Palmer stood there, a bit embarrassed.
Nelson stood up slowly and left a sentence behind. “Continue with the plan; the information will be sent to you later.”
He was determined to succeed, seemingly certain that Callie would agree.
Callie hadn’t gone far; there wasn’t much time, and no matter where she went, Nelson would catch up. He had a car.
When Nelson caught up, two bicycles were passing by on the roadside. They were high school students rushing to school, still wearing their uniforms. The boy slowed down to hold an umbrella for the girl beside him, shielding her from the sun.
Their laughter was carefree.
Callie watched their figures gradually disappear and suddenly thought of something from long ago.
She withdrew her gaze and turned back. “You don’t need to worry about my affairs.”
“Is this worrying? After trending on social media, your information has been thoroughly dug up. Many people know you’re a designer who won the Golden Bund Award. Soon, people will try to curry favor with you because of me. Instead of waiting for them to make a move, I’d rather do it myself.”
Although Nelson was injured, he always stood tall and confident.
Callie listened and frowned slightly.
He took out a cigarette, tapped the pack to get one out, thought for a moment, and put it back.