A bad premonition turned into a sour feeling in her nose. Clenching her fingers tightly, Callie slowly turned around, blood rushing to her head. She saw the scene she least wanted to see –
Her nails sank deeply into her palms. She was terrified and breathless, leaning over to slap his face. “Jaquan! Jaquan!”
Jaquan, who usually slept lightly, did not wake up to answer her.
How could he be here in Ylosea?
Callie fell to the floor, looking up at the only window in the room where she could see the bright daylight.
She bit her knuckles tightly, but her whole body couldn’t stop trembling. Yesterday, before she left the Paucaster Villa, it was already dusk. Now it was bright outside, which meant Nelson’s birthday had passed.
Did she spend the night here with Jaquan, completely naked?
Callie quickly dressed and called out to Jaquan again, but her thoughts were completely chaotic. She deliberately pushed away those things she didn’t dare to think about. At this moment, she only had one thought – to save Jaquan.
Jaquan had fainted.
Callie smelled the scent in the room. If she guessed correctly, someone had put some kind of dizziness-inducing drug here, or perhaps something even worse.
In a very remote area where their phones had no signal, Callie exerted great effort to jump out of the window. She smelled the fresh air of the world but almost suffocated.
She ran forward frantically, stumbling on stones and falling to the ground, only to get up and run desperately again. She had to find someone to save Jaquan.
Later, Callie didn’t know how long she had been running.
She had no means of communication and no money. Finally seeing a road, she reached out and hailed a taxi. “Please take me to Paucaster… no, take me to Oconnor Group, please.”
Looking back later, Callie felt like a moth flying into a flame. Despite having a premonition of what had happened, she still held onto a glimmer of hope, trying to prove for herself that things weren’t as she imagined them to be. Nelson would still… reach out and embrace her as always.
Nelson was at Oconnor Group when he received an unfamiliar phone call from Callie. Her voice was filled with sorrow. “Nelson…”
“I’m outside Oconnor Group now, and I have no money…”
He couldn’t hear what she said after that. His heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.
It was Anthony who went downstairs.
In fact, if they hadn’t been clearing the way all along, Oconnor Group would have been swarmed by the media by now.
When Anthony saw Callie, she was standing in front of a taxi. The taxi driver seemed to be secretly taking photos of her with his phone, and Callie noticed. She was surprised. “Why are you taking pictures of me?”
Anthony rushed over, and the taxi driver didn’t even ask for money. He stepped on the gas and fled.
He was met with a pair of very confused eyes. He felt sorry yet also filled with hatred. “Madam, come with me.”
Callie grabbed Anthony’s hand. “Anthony, why did he take pictures of me?”
Anthony’s expression stiffened, his voice cold. “Don’t you know what you did?”
The door to Nelson’s office was not closed. He stood alone in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in black, his tall and handsome figure appearing very lonely. Callie slowly approached him, feeling every step was difficult.
A cigarette appeared between his fingers after a long time.
But… even the cigarette was black.
Callie’s voice was obscure. “Since you’ve quit smoking, don’t start again. It’s hard to quit once you get addicted.”