“Callie, Jamir is really impressive. I read about him before; he emerged from the powerful Quinn family,” Eliza whispered to Callie, her eyes fixed on the man on stage.
Callie felt indifferent. “He is the posthumous child of the Quinn family. The entire Quinn family will be his in the future.”
She remembered that sentence even after all these years.
“Really?” Eliza was puzzled. “But I heard there’s a second son in the Quinn family named Sammy. He’s been ruthless in the past six months, and Jamir fought his way out under his siege.”
Sammy? Callie wasn’t familiar with him. Her focus was on Ylosea, and she had no interest in the Quinn family’s news.
“Jamir attending this event today means he’s secured his position as the executor of the Quinn Group.”
Callie listened, bored, her mind unable to shake off Nelson’s earlier gaze-light yet heavy with meaning.
After the formalities, the politicians and businessmen present began discussing future collaborations, talking about assets in the eight or nine figures.
Callie had no interest in this. She came to Anbusea under the pretense of this event and had no intention of developing here.
However, Nelson seemed very interested. He sat in place while one person after another approached him for discussions, as if he held not the mess of the Oconnor Group but a treasure trove.
“Mr. Oconnor, it’s not easy to get your time,” a hearty voice called out. It was a bald businessman.
“Mr. Melton, coming to your territory, I naturally had to see you first.” Nelson extended his hand, but not much, possibly due to a shoulder injury.
Mr. Melton didn’t mind and turned slightly. “This is Jamir, whom I often mention to you. He’s one of the top figures in Anbusea, respected by those above.”
His words were full of pride.
Jamir stepped forward, smiling as well. “Mr. Oconnor and I are old acquaintances.”
Nelson nodded, a smile at the corner of his eyes, changing his sitting position to face Callie directly. “Jamir is decisive and efficient; I’ve always admired him.”
“Thanks to Mr. Oconnor, I could reach this position,” Jamir said meaningfully. “How about this? Tonight, I’ll host dinner for everyone. It’s easier to talk business over a meal.”
“That sounds great! They say you were a foodie when in school. Mr. Oconnor, let’s follow Jamir tonight, shall we?”
Mr. Melton spoke heartily, with good intentions.
Nelson lazily agreed without explicitly saying yes or no, implicitly consenting.
“Since I’m hosting, let’s include your employees as well,” Jamir suddenly suggested.
Callie, observing from the sidelines, was taken aback and then found herself being watched.
She attended the summit under the Oconnor Group’s name, so when he mentioned employees, she was naturally included as one of Nelson’s.
Nelson looked over from afar. “It depends on the employees’ wishes.”
Jamir also looked at her, and Mr. Melton grew curious.
Callie raised an eyebrow. Although she knew they had ulterior motives, it wasn’t appropriate to refuse at this point. “It would be my honor.”
Thus, it was settled. After the summit ended, Jamir’s car led the convoy to Anbusea’s most famous hot spring resort.
When settling in, the attendant asked what kind of hot spring they needed.
As Callie was about to answer, a voice interrupted, “A medicinal pool; she’s not in good health.”
The one who replied was Jamir, standing at the front, speaking naturally.