As soon as these words were spoken, Nelson opened his eyes, like a lion awakening.
Davian’s pupils dilated. “Did I guess right?”
Nelson’s gaze darkened. “Don’t make wild guesses.”
The two had known each other for many years, almost like family. Davian could usually guess what Nelson was thinking with about seventy to eighty percent accuracy, which is why he always handled things so well.
“Just a word of advice. Callie and Maevelyn are worlds apart in every aspect. Don’t choose the wrong path.”
Perhaps due to family background, Davian had always looked down on Callie. She had no family background, and marrying Nelson was a step up for her. Moreover, after what she did later, Davian’s impression of her worsened. She was far inferior to the precious Ellison family member.
Nelson’s fierce gaze grew even more ruthless. “I never thought I chose the wrong path.”
Davian was taken aback, not understanding what he meant or who he had chosen.
“I’ve drunk Earl Grey Tea many times but never found anything special about it.” Nelson stood up. “Take it out of my office.”
He was angry now. Davian didn’t dare to stay longer, closed the tea box, and left quickly. At the door, he ran into Anthony, who greeted him respectfully, “Davian.”
Davian raised an eyebrow. “Do you like Earl Grey Tea? It’s yours.”
Anthony forced a smile and glanced at Nelson’s figure, troubled. “No one in the entire Oconnor Group likes it.”
“I think it’s alright,” Davian half-joked. “Your boss is in a bad mood. If you don’t have good news, I’d advise you not to speak.”
“Enough,” Nelson raised his voice, full of impatience.
Davian clicked his tongue and quickly slipped away without another word.
Anthony stepped forward to report. “Mr. Oconnor, our people lost track of the Sky Pavilion. But considering everything, it’s impossible for Jaquan to hide someone in such a conspicuous place like a club.”
Nelson stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the traffic and pedestrians below like ants, his expression dark and unreachable like a deity.
He said in a deep voice, “The most dangerous place is the safest place. Have our people focus on those lackeys at his club.”
“I’ll have them set up surveillance.”
After finishing his report, Anthony was about to leave when Nelson suddenly called him back. “Wasn’t there a police officer investigating Reuben’s case earlier?”
Anthony thought for a moment. “Yes, but there’s been no movement lately. Not sure if they hit a dead end or encountered obstacles.”
“What’s his name?”
“… Malachi.”
“Find a way to get him to continue investigating. Having police involved at the club will make things easier.”
Anthony noted everything down and glanced at Nelson’s cold back, suddenly feeling it wasn’t so cold but rather had a touch of warmth.
“Mr. Oconnor… still cares a lot about Miss Marsh’s affairs. Unfortunately…”
Nelson lowered his gaze and finished the unspoken words for him. “Unfortunately, she doesn’t appreciate it.”
On the desk was a pot of jasmine about to bloom, emitting a faint fragrance from its white buds.
Callie had picked it from the greenhouse and placed it on his desk, saying she hoped that when he was tired from work, seeing this flower would remind him of her and he wouldn’t feel so exhausted.
“Sending you jasmine, hoping you won’t leave me. Nelson, don’t leave me.” Her smiling face was still vivid in his memory.
At that time, their relationship was still good, and they hadn’t reached the point of divorce.
Nelson closed his eyes.
Perhaps she never thought they would end up like this.