“You invested in Dragon City, so do you know Owen?”
Jamir leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly, “Who in Anbusea doesn’t know him?”
“Have you met him?”
Jamir seemed to think, “Once, he was wearing a mask, so I don’t know what he looks like.”
Callie snorted, “With your personality, you should dig deeper. Aren’t you curious about his background?”
“Business is about profit. As long as he brings me returns, I don’t need to know who he is or what he looks like.” Jamir played with the knife and fork in his hand, reminding her.
Callie frowned, feeling the gap between them growing wider.
“Dragon City is not a good place. If you don’t want to drag the Quinn family into it, back out.”
Jamir remained seated, “Concerned about me?”
Callie gritted her teeth, “I have a grudge against them. I’m just afraid that when the reckoning comes, it will fall on you.”
The smile in Jamir’s eyes became more apparent, “You dare provoke Owen?”
Callie remembered how Owen almost killed her and wished she could kill him, “He’s nothing.”
She was as bold as ever. Jamir nodded, “Indeed, he’s nothing.”
Callie didn’t want to talk to him anymore and left directly. However, she couldn’t find Eliza. She walked around but couldn’t find anyone and got lost, stopping outside a safety passage.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly smelled smoke from a familiar brand that Nelson often smoked.
She moved closer to the stairs and saw the flickering flame.
Anthony’s voice said, “Mr. Oconnor, we just received news that the top has signed a cooperation agreement with Scott Group. However, our people have a good chance of intercepting it. Jaquan won’t succeed.”
Nelson didn’t respond, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Anthony hesitated for a moment and handed over an envelope, “Miss Ellison gave this.”
Nelson took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and stepped on it before taking the envelope and opening it. His voice turned heavy after reading it, “Today is the third day. She knows what to do.”
“She doesn’t dare to gamble. After all, we also have her photos. Once they are released, the future heiress of the Ellison family will never be her.”
Also? Callie pondered this word.
“Is it really Jaquan, Mr. Oconnor? What should we do now?”
Upon hearing this, Callie suddenly understood what Nelson had in his hands…
“How many years has it been since his father passed?” Nelson’s voice was hoarse from smoking.
“About six or seven years.”
“Go handle it.” Without specifying what to handle, Anthony already understood and turned to leave.
Nelson stood there for a while, his figure thin and exuding a sense of desolate silence.
He turned around with the envelope in his hand, and Callie stepped out to face him.
Nelson wasn’t surprised at all. He handed over the envelope and a lighter, “Destroy it or keep it; it’s up to you.”
He had known she was there all along.
Callie didn’t take it; she felt she couldn’t understand this man, “Who planned this?”
“Marilyn wouldn’t say. Handing over the film was her bottom line.”
Nelson’s hand paused in mid-air before he twisted his lips into a strange smile, “Why couldn’t it be Jaquan who planned it together?”
“It couldn’t be. He was covered in injuries at the time.” Callie answered quickly.
Nelson found her response ironic, “Don’t forget, he’s Owen’s man.”
Callie hesitated but still took the envelope and felt a USB drive inside.
She hadn’t seen Nelson for several days. He had missed the summit; she guessed he went to the hospital to treat his back injury.