Callie nestled in his arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of security. “It’s good that it’s resolved.”
She didn’t mention the phone call, knowing that the message had been sent successfully and Nelson would take care of it.
“This won’t happen again,” Nelson said gently, brushing the hair from her face. “Sorry to trouble you.”
Callie’s sleepiness gradually faded. She teased, “You even ordered a female companion today.”
The women at Kenker Hotel knew how to serve. If it came to comparison, Callie couldn’t compete, but fortunately, she didn’t need to.
Nelson chuckled, his previous coldness gone. “Kieran took the wrong phone. It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t order a companion.”
Callie looked up at his chiseled face, her fingers tracing his cheek in the dim light, full of affection. “You won’t in the future either, right?”
“No.”
She smiled.
Two days later, Callie saw the result of Nelson’s resolution in the society section: a college student fell into depravity for money, such a lamentable news.
“What are you reading so intently?” a voice asked.
Callie looked up to see Regan walking into the office in high heels, wearing a dark green pencil skirt that showed off her long legs. In the biting cold of December, she truly looked like a temptress.
Callie’s eyes lit up. “I thought you were going to leave this studio entirely to me.”
Regan’s red lips curved into a smile as she nudged Callie. “In your dreams. I’ve invested a lot of money here.”
Callie hugged her arm. “Where have you been lately? Left Ylosea?”
Regan, slightly taller, looked down to see Callie’s dependent expression. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. “I went traveling for a few days. Staying in Ylosea all the time was too stifling.”
Callie looked up. “And you came straight to the studio after returning?”
Regan laughed at her. “Dedication first.”
They sat down with a cup of coffee in front of each.
“I heard you were quite brave, stopping Scott Group’s construction. Is that true?” Regan’s information was accurate despite being away from Ylosea.
Callie was completely unguarded with her. “Their materials were substandard. I had to stop them.”
“Actually, we both know that in construction issues, companies cutting corners and using different materials isn’t a big deal. Your firm opposition is because…” Regan’s tone was hesitant.
Callie frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean it’s not a big deal? If something goes wrong, it could ruin lives. Haven’t you seen Oconnor Group’s past mistakes?”
How could she say it wasn’t a big deal?
She was agitated. Regan motioned for her to calm down. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, Scott Group is a competitor to Oconnor Group. Wouldn’t it be better if Jaquan stumbled over this?”
Though blunt, Callie understood her point. She stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. “I don’t want to base competition on this. Besides, our studio isn’t an affiliate of Oconnor Group.”
This studio was pure in her heart.
Regan approached and patted her shoulder. “I understand what you mean, but are you risking everything to stop this because you have… compassion for Jaquan?”
This question stumped Callie.
Even if he had offended her verbally, when it came down to it, she didn’t want Jaquan to go down the wrong path.