The question left the person speechless, blushing instantly. After a moment, seemingly provoked, she retorted, “I! I am the companion he requested for tonight.”
The word carried many connotations. Callie belatedly nodded, “He even requested a companion… How did I not know?”
The other side haughtily replied, “Mrs. Oconnor, you aren’t very smart.”
“Not as smart as you,” Callie said and hung up the phone directly.
Two minutes later, Anthony’s phone received a message, “Can anyone touch Mr. Oconnor’s phone?”
Anthony was puzzled. After enduring until the negotiation ended, he handed the phone to Nelson, “A message from your wife.”
Nelson frowned, picked up the phone Kieran had brought over from the table, and opened it to see a woman’s wallpaper.
He understood most of it.
He had been waiting for Callie’s call all night but received nothing. It turned out this wasn’t his phone at all.
Ten minutes later, the second floor of the Kenker Hotel was filled with waiters and guests. It was the time for revelry, yet it was eerily silent.
The manager rushed over to salvage the situation. Seeing the scene, his legs almost gave out, “What’s going on?”
“A new girl, unaware of the consequences, offended Mr. Oconnor’s wife…”
“How clueless can she be? Where does she get the gall to provoke Nelson’s wife? Does she have a death wish?” the manager cursed angrily.
Nelson was the founder of Kenker Hotel. Although he had managed less in recent years, it remained the most profitable establishment in Ylosea’s gray industry. Both the legal and illegal sectors respected his power.
If he turned hostile, no one could help.
At this moment, Nelson was sitting in the center of the sofa, idly playing with his private phone. It had an automatic monitoring function installed. He pressed a button, and the recent conversation played out.
For ten minutes, it played completely. No one present dared to breathe loudly.
Nelson finished listening and rewound it to listen again.
“Don’t you know Mr. Oconnor is busy at this hour? If I were you, I wouldn’t disturb him now. Men are fickle in affection. To be Mrs. Oconnor, you need to be docile and obedient.”
“Mrs. Oconnor, you aren’t very smart.”
Nelson listened to this part three times.
Even Anthony broke into a cold sweat. Nelson wasn’t one to pick fights often; he usually couldn’t be bothered. But if he intended to make things difficult for someone, their outcome wouldn’t be good.
“Who answered my wife’s call just now?” Nelson put away his phone, his face dark.
No one dared to speak.
He repeated the question slowly.
Finally, a woman timidly stepped out from the crowd, fully sober now, stammering, “… It… it was me.”
Anthony saw her clearly-a good-looking woman with enough arrogance to back it up. But such traits were useless in front of Nelson.
The man glanced at her, “What’s your name?”
“… Mr. Oconnor, this is our new waitress, Kenna Soto,” the manager quickly answered.
Nelson gave her another look, “Quite audacious.”
“How old are you?”
“Just turned 20.”
“Is she your mistress?” Nelson suddenly asked the manager.
“Mr. Oconnor! What are you talking about…” The manager was sweating profusely.
“Then why did you answer my questions for her, a mere waitress who made the mistake at Kenker Hotel?”