However, Charlotte was unable to go as she was called back to the Ellison family by a phone call.
When Nelson arrived, his grandfather was still asleep, and Bianca was keeping watch.
The man calmly twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, deep in thought. “Bianca, who told Grandpa about Reuben’s disappearance?”
That day, it was because the old master knew about this matter that he fainted and still hasn’t woken up.
As an old man reaching the end of his life, it was not easy for him to find a confidant. But to suddenly learn that he had gone missing, one could imagine how devastating it was.
Bianca shook her head in distress. “No one told him. That day, he received a phone call, and then…”
Nelson had his men investigate that phone call, but it was from an overseas IP address and couldn’t be traced.
This only indicated that someone deliberately did it. So, who had the motive to commit such a crime and wanted Grandpa dead? The more Nelson thought about it, the more he wanted to destroy everything in his anger!
At the same time, he sent his men to search for Callie. They were the best operatives from the Oconnor family, having experienced life-threatening situations and could find a way to infiltrate Owen’s territory.
It had only been a day, but he was impatient to know any news.
He couldn’t even imagine what he would do if he lost Callie.
“Nelson, you don’t look well. Haven’t been sleeping well these past few days?” Bianca poured him a cup of hot water.
Nelson’s eyes turned dark. These days, he would always wake up from his dreams, and without exception, Callie would be pleading for help. His heart would ache unbearably.
He couldn’t endure this kind of feeling any longer.
“If Grandpa doesn’t wake up tomorrow, I’ll leave,” he said, looking up at Bianca with clear eyes. “Something’s gone wrong with Callie, and I can’t rest easy.”
Bianca nodded and glanced at the old master. “Your grandfather knows; he won’t blame you.”
Leaving the hospital, Anthony was already waiting in the car, holding a stack of piled-up documents. He looked troubled. “Mr. Oconnor… There’s too much backlog; we really can’t wait any longer…”
Nelson squinted his eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally. His voice sounded tired. “Tell me one by one.”
So, during the drive, Anthony reported one thing after another. In the end, he mentioned, “Since Marilyn’s project started going wrong repeatedly, Ahmad has gradually shifted his focus towards Isaac. It’s strange because Isaac didn’t have anything outstanding before, but now he’s drawing attention.”
Ahmad was ultimately a businessman. Businessmen prioritize profits, and whoever can get things done for him will gain decision-making power.
Nelson saw through the essence of it and sneered. “There must be an advisor behind him.”
Anthony was surprised. “Who?”
The man’s face darkened as he lowered the car window and extended his hand outside, feeling the temperature of the wind.
Charlotte answered every question he had and practically told him everything.
For example, recently their father would always scold Marilyn and praise their younger brother.
“I heard that Isaac and Regan didn’t have a good relationship before, but when I came back, I found that they were very respectful towards each other. Not only that, Isaac listens to everything Regan says, especially when it comes to work. It’s really enviable.”
Such innocent words inadvertently revealed crucial information.
Nelson didn’t respond much, but Charlotte would always talk.
He had his men investigate and found out that most of the projects Isaac was involved in were from the hands of one woman.
He really didn’t expect that the foolish beauty Regan he knew before would have such capabilities now.
Strange occurrences indicate something off.