Some people wield such power that they can accomplish many things without appearing in person.
For instance, a week later, Callie received the divorce certificate sent by Anthony. The small, square booklet declared that she and Nelson were no longer related.
“Miss Marsh, Mr. Oconnor said that the terms in the divorce agreement will not change. The assets will be transferred to your name soon, and you will continue to manage the Oconnor Group projects you handled before the divorce.”
Callie caressed the red booklet, her expression dazed.
“Miss Marsh?”
“I understand,” Callie smiled. “Thank you, Anthony.”
That day, the top trending topic on social media was the news of Nelson and Callie’s divorce. The official account of Oconnor Group released a statement saying the divorce was due to irreconcilable differences and asked the public not to speculate further.
Many were shocked that they had actually divorced! Some had expected it, believing that irreconcilable differences were just an excuse.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of Oconnor Group, Nelson was entertaining an old friend with his favorite tea.
Davian said with a hint of amusement, “To repay evil with good. That’s exactly what you’re doing.”
Nelson calmly extended a hand, clean and fair, with well-proportioned bones and straight joints. He ignored Davian’s words.
“Have any of the four major domestic banks received loan applications under Jaquan’s name?”
“No,” Davian replied. “But it’s uncertain abroad. If he and Callie join forces, what will happen to Oconnor Group? If I were you, I would have signed a prenuptial agreement.”
Back then, to pave the way for Callie, Nelson had introduced her to many friends. Davian had been fortunate to meet her once.
Now, Davian was even more surprised that Nelson would leave Oconnor Group’s most promising projects to Callie!
If she really had an affair with Jaquan, combined with Scott Group’s ambitions, Nelson would be hard-pressed to manage alone.
Nelson raised his eyebrows slightly, palm up, his tone indifferent. “She won’t.”
He tossed over a document. “Don’t worry about my personal affairs.”
Davian wisely flipped through the file, surprised. “You want to short Scott Group?”
Nelson didn’t answer, retracting his hand. He put his glasses back on, looking even more like a refined scoundrel. “I need your cooperation.”
“If someone finds out you’re targeting Scott Group at this critical moment, the media could sensationalize it and damage your reputation.”
Nelson suddenly countered, “By that logic, if it comes out that Scott Group is backed by foreign capital, what do you think public opinion will be?”
“You…”
What could happen next?
Recently, Scott Group had been aggressively promoting itself domestically. With a vast media presence, Oconnor Group was equally formidable if Nelson decided to act.
Scott Group would face endless impeachment.
Davian understood. “In that case, I’ll give you a piece of unexpected news I overheard.”
Nelson raised an eyebrow.
Two minutes later, the man sitting in the shadows had a drastic change in expression. His eyes revealed a long-dormant killing intent, heavy with bloodlust.
Marilyn hadn’t expected Nelson to find her residence. She instinctively stepped back, dropping a cup of water that spilled all over the floor.
“Nelson… why are you here?”
Nelson walked forward with his hands behind his back, approaching Marilyn step by step. He moved slowly but steadily, each step exuding a sense of menace that made her instinctively fearful.