“Jaquan, our shipment was intercepted at the dock. The authorities are investigating. We found someone who can help us, but he doesn’t want money.”
The words were spoken cryptically.
Jaquan continued his actions, “If he can help, why are you asking me?”
If money wasn’t an issue, there must be another weakness.
“He has a daughter, ten years old, but her mother is connected to the Oconnor family. We’re afraid we can’t do anything to her,” Scarface said, glancing at Callie.
She raised an eyebrow and continued listening.
“Is she closely related to the Oconnor family?”
“Not really, just some connections. Mainly, Nelson mobilized the Oconnor family’s forces last night. I’m afraid they might investigate this matter too.”
So they were being cautious.
Jaquan also glanced at Callie, with a playful tone, “Why did Nelson mobilize those forces?”
Scarface continued, “Seems like he’s looking for someone.”
“Must be someone important.”
His tone was sarcastic. Callie couldn’t sit any longer and got up to get some air, but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.
She turned back, “What do you mean?”
Jaquan lowered his eyes, spinning the ring on his ring finger, and said casually, “Don’t you want to know Shamar’s whereabouts?”
“If you don’t want to tell me, can I force you?”
The next second, Jaquan picked up an opened bottle of wine and handed it to her, “It’s not strong. Drink it and I’ll tell you.”
In the dim light, their eyes shone with their own schemes, separated by a distance.
“I keep my word.”
Callie immediately grabbed the bottle and drank it down.
She didn’t usually drink much, and now this large bottle burned her throat painfully, bringing tears to her eyes.
The others watched her drink, occasionally jeering.
“Jaquan, this woman is really tough.”
The smile on Jaquan’s face grew wider, “From now on, she’s your sister-in-law.”
With that statement, no one dared to jeer anymore.
Callie finally finished drinking and took a moment to steady herself before smashing the bottle on the ground, “Can you tell me now?”
Jaquan had brought her here just to humiliate her.
“Shamar is lying in the hospital ICU.”
Instantly, Callie sobered up, “What did you say?”
“Scarface, tell her.”
Scarface stepped forward, looking at Callie with fear in his eyes, “That day the kid came looking for Jaquan. He recklessly threatened him. We beat him up. Who knew he couldn’t take it and collapsed with a brain hemorrhage.”
Seeing Callie’s face grow darker, Scar quickly added, “We didn’t hit him hard. The doctor said it was mainly because he had been drinking that he had a brain hemorrhage.”
He even took out his phone to show her a photo of the diagnosis from half a month ago. Clearly, he couldn’t be the one who took Reuben away.
No wonder they couldn’t find Shamar; he was in the hospital.
The trail went cold.
Callie looked up, taking a deep breath.
Seeing her pale face, Jaquan immediately supported her by the waist to help her stand steady. His words were still indifferent, “Go ahead with the dock matter. Don’t you see we have our own people?”
The others sensed the ambiguity and left happily to handle it.
Callie was weak after drinking a whole bottle of wine and didn’t bother pushing Jaquan away. She leaned her face on his shoulder, sobbing helplessly.
Jaquan stiffened and helped her sit down, pulling out tissues to wipe her tears, “Why are you crying? Shamar is a desperado. If it’s not him, you should be relieved.”