In fact, Callie didn’t leave in a hurry.
Near the show venue, there was an office building. She went up to the cafe on the second floor, ordered an Americano, and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Charlotte come and go, standing on the street again.
From this angle, Charlotte’s height was actually about the same as hers.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a Bentley stopped by the roadside. The driver’s door opened, and Callie saw not the Ellison family driver but a familiar face.
It was Kieran.
He got out of the car, opened the rear door, and gestured to Charlotte, “Miss Ellison, please.”
Charlotte was evidently surprised. She bent slightly and said something to the man in the back seat with a smile.
From Callie’s angle, she could just see the perfectly tailored suit, indicating he had just come from a meeting.
The man’s jawline was distinctive and recognizable at a glance.
He nodded slightly, and Charlotte got into the car with her portfolio. Soon, the vehicle sped away.
Callie was engrossed in watching. The food she had ordered entered her mouth, instantly spreading a bitter taste that jolted her awake.
“So, do you have a habit of stalking your ex-husband?” A voice suddenly came from behind her.
Callie’s back stiffened. She looked up to see a familiar face.
Jamir sat down across from her without hesitation, blocking her view. “This office building has been rented by the Quinn Group. My secretary came down to buy coffee and happened to see you.”
Explaining his presence candidly, Jamir looked at her with interest.
Callie wanted to roll her eyes. What a coincidence.
“Just rented? I thought you would buy it outright.”
Jamir took off his suit jacket and paused at her words, reminded of something. “You have a point.”
“But we have to wait until the lease expires.”
The waiter brought a cup of coffee, also an Americano. Jamir took a sip and raised his eyebrows.
Callie propped her face with one hand, leisurely saying, “The Quinn Group’s crisis is making waves, yet you have time to drink coffee with me here?”
“Two senior executives involved resigned to take responsibility. The Quinn Group voluntarily made up for their tax evasion and issued a public apology. They are rectifying internally and externally, not afraid of being investigated.”
Jamir, dressed in a white shirt, spoke with a casual air.
Callie understood then that everything had been resolved; that’s why he was so confident.
“The billions lost by the Quinn Group seem like nothing to you.”
“The easiest thing to earn in this world is money. If it’s gone, just earn it again.” Jamir lifted his cup and took another sip. “Nelson thinks he can bring me down like this; he’s dreaming.”
Callie listened while playing with her long hair. Although she didn’t understand their rivalry well, knowing Nelson, he wouldn’t make such a losing deal.
Unless he had another purpose.
At that moment, Jamir’s phone on the table suddenly buzzed, and a message popped up.
It must have been his personal phone because the message seemed particularly important. Jamir exchanged a glance with Callie before picking it up to unlock it.
A perfect smile curved his lips as he placed the phone in front of Callie.
She looked down and saw the message content.
Twenty minutes ago, Nelson concluded a meeting with the Ellison family, confirming cooperation for the next quarter.
Callie looked up. “What does this mean?”
“The Ellison family ultimately chose to side with Oconnor Group. It seems there will be some good news about your ex-husband.”
Callie’s lips curled slightly. “He’ll have my blessing.”
Jamir stared at her. “The headline tomorrow will be about Nelson picking up Maevelyn from home.”