“I don’t know.” Jaquan threw his pen, which rolled off the desk and fell to the floor, landing right by Callie’s feet.
Her anger reached its peak. Dale was already inside, Shamar was nowhere to be found, and few people could track his whereabouts.
Jaquan was highly suspicious.
“Let me ask another question.” Callie sat down directly across from him. “Did Shamar ever mention his plans to you? I know he came to see you. There’s no need to hide it.”
She was smart. Jaquan smiled faintly. “He only said he wanted to join me, but he didn’t mention any specific plans.”
Callie still didn’t believe him, her brow filled with anxiety.
At that moment, Mikayla came in and whispered something in Jaquan’s ear. Callie immediately straightened up, alert.
“I understand.” Jaquan nodded, then continued their conversation with renewed interest. “Even if Shamar did it, what would his motive be?”
“… Dale was sent to prison. He was overshadowed by Nelson and harbored resentment.”
“And what does that have to do with you?”
“I’m Mrs. Oconnor. He might target those close to me.”
“Nelson has many people around him. Why did he specifically target your father?”
Callie didn’t know how to answer, but she felt there were countless connections she hadn’t yet uncovered.
She glared at Jaquan. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”
Maybe the medical license Reuben left behind had some clues. She intended to go directly to Ylosea.
But just as Callie was about to leave, a voice came from behind. “Wait.”
She stopped but didn’t turn around.
Jaquan followed her out, one hand in his pocket and the other resting on her shoulder, speaking slowly. “I do have a lead on Shamar’s whereabouts.”
“Where?” Callie immediately looked up.
“Want to know?” Jaquan drawled. “Then you must come with me.”
He withdrew his hand and strode towards the elevator. Callie watched his confident back, knowing it couldn’t be anything good but had no choice but to follow.
She cursed him a thousand times in her heart.
The Scott Group’s elevator was on the outer layer, like a sightseeing elevator offering a panoramic view. The two descended side by side, one relaxed, the other tense.
Jaquan’s destination was Sky Pavilion. Callie didn’t want to go when she heard the address, but he had hit her weak spot, leaving her no choice but to follow.
Jaquan had his own private box on the top floor. When they entered, they saw people already sitting on the sofa, drinking and chatting. They greeted him immediately. “Jaquan, you’re hard to wait for.”
“I apologize for being late. If my subordinates have been neglectful, please forgive us.” Jaquan shook hands with each of them and poured himself a drink. “I apologize.”
He downed the drink in one go.
After finishing his drink and sitting down, the others noticed the woman behind Jaquan and were startled when they recognized her. “Oh, isn’t this Mrs. Oconnor?”
It seemed her relationship with Jaquan was not ordinary.
Callie immediately wanted to explain but was stopped by Jaquan pressing down on her hand. “In social settings, she’s not just Mrs. Oconnor.”
The group exchanged knowing glances, understanding most of it while scrutinizing Callie.
She wished she could slap Jaquan.
They had matters to discuss but hesitated with an outsider present.
Jaquan poured himself another drink. “Go ahead, she’s one of us.”
The group remained silent.
Jaquan pointed out one of them. “Scarface, you speak.”
In the dim light, Callie finally noticed the scar on the man’s face.