Callie raised an eyebrow at the words, “It seems I have quite a connection with Anbusea, but I’ve never been there.”
Charlotte was from Anbusea, and so was Jamir. Many people from their past were also connected to Anbusea.
Jaquan looked at her with a strange expression, pondering something before he replied, “Anbusea is a good place. You should visit when you have the time.”
She had stayed in Ylosea for a long time and rarely went out. “We’ll see,” she said.
Nelson hadn’t mentioned sending Charlotte away to her; he planned to do it quietly. His approach surprised her, but it also made her happy.
“Poor Charlotte, she worked so hard to get out of that small place, only to be sent back because of offending some big figure,” Jaquan said with a light laugh.
Callie frowned at his words and turned her head. “Stop pretending.”
“Pretending about what?”
“If you hadn’t involved her in this, none of this would have happened. If Charlotte wants to blame someone, she should blame you first.”
Talking about this made Callie angry. She had never confronted Jaquan about it before, but now she was fed up and spoke out. “You’re good at scheming, but the beauty trap can’t be used repeatedly.”
The sunlight was thin as the two stared at each other, emotions flickering in their eyes.
Jaquan smirked. “Since you didn’t want to be used by me, I had to find another pawn.”
“Too bad for that pawn,” Callie leaned in close to him, “she’s ruined.”
Jaquan lowered his gaze to her cunningly fair face, his heartstrings tugged sharply. “Ruined? Not necessarily.”
Callie didn’t want to talk to him anymore and turned to leave. Halfway through, she remembered she hadn’t taken her lunchbox and angrily went back to grab it.
“Callie,” Jaquan called from behind.
She didn’t stop and walked determinedly across the concrete floor.
“It’s the end of the year, Nelson is busy. You should go help him. I don’t need you here on the construction site.”
There was a challenge in his words. Callie snapped her head around, “Get lost.”
Jaquan wasn’t angry; instead, he felt a faint melancholy. This project would take another half month to complete, and it seemed he would have to oversee it personally.
His phone had vibrated hundreds of times in his pocket. He finally answered it, hearing Mikayla’s urgent voice on the other end, “Mr. Scott, it’s already 2:20 PM. Mrs. Scott has called me several times asking if you’ve left yet.”
Jaquan just watched Callie’s figure grow smaller in the distance until she became a tiny dot.
He took a deep breath and replied calmly, “I’m on my way.”
Mikayla was shocked, “You haven’t left yet?”
As far as he knew, it would take some time to get from the construction site to the Ellison family.
Meanwhile, Callie returned to Eliza’s side. The latter looked curious, “Callie, you know Mr. Scott?”
She had seen them talking for quite a while, and Callie didn’t look happy when she came back.
“Yes, I know him. He’s just a scoundrel.” Callie wasn’t afraid of Jaquan.
“I just thought of something. Green Garden is in the west, and we’re in the south. No matter how you look at it, it’s not on the way…” Eliza murmured, puzzled.
Not only was it not on the way, but it was also a detour of at least half an hour, not including the time to serve food.
Callie paused at her words, looking surprised but quickly said, “Why do you care? The big boss has money and time; what’s a little detour?”
Eliza scratched her head. “Is that so…”