Callie raised an eyebrow. It was the same tri-coloured glazed pottery as before, but both the quality and craftsmanship were absolutely authentic.
It was truly priceless.
“Do you like it?” he asked, observing her inquisitive eyes.
Callie looked at it seriously for a moment and suddenly made a decision. “Are you giving it to me?”
“Yes.”
“Really giving it to me?”
“Yes,” Jamir replied patiently.
“So if you give it to me, I can do whatever I want with it, right?”
Jamir saw the sly look on her face and had a bad feeling. He reminded her, “I bought it for eight figures.”
Callie smiled happily, took it from Yusuf, and walked out with it. “Perfect.”
As she exited Kenker Hotel, she saw Nelson walking out surrounded by a group of people. He stood tall and straight, his face devoid of any warmth or desire.
He got into the car but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.
The smoke swirled around his face, making it hard to see clearly, just like his indifferent nature.
Callie stood in the wind, her hair blowing and obscuring her vision.
From the surveillance footage earlier, it seemed likely that Nelson was going to get engaged to Charlotte.
She suddenly wanted to ask him if he would regret it. Trading marriage for benefits wasn’t in his nature.
But he did it anyway. Could it be that he really liked her?
After a while, someone stepped in front of her, blocking the wind. A pair of hands covered her eyes, shielding her view.
All she could see was darkness.
Callie closed her eyes, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t look back,” Jamir said in a deep voice.
Nelson finished two cigarettes, and the car sped off into the night like an arrow.
When Callie opened her eyes again, there was nothing in front of her.
She slowly smiled, “That was easy.”
After finally perfecting the design to everyone’s satisfaction, Callie felt relieved. At the same time, she received several photos from Joaquin.
Some were sketches of the design drafts, showing rough outlines but nothing more than copying.
Others were about Lucia’s movements.
“She spends most of her time at casinos every month. Interestingly, she never goes to the largest casino in Ylosea.”
Callie scoffed. The largest casino in Ylosea was at Kenker Hotel, Nelson’s territory. She wouldn’t dare go there.
“By the way, she transfers money to an overseas account every month. The amount is very consistent.”
That was probably for her son abroad. She was quite diligent.
“What else? Where does she usually go?”
“Not many places… But for someone so wealthy, her living conditions are quite modest.” Joaquin sent a photo of a small courtyard, well-maintained.
Callie wasn’t surprised. People tend to be sentimental as they age.
“What about her businesses?”
“Nothing special.”
Callie frowned, feeling like something was missing. “Make me a list. I want to know who she interacts with daily.”
Saturday came quickly. Early in the morning, Callie went to pick up her cheongsam and happened to see members of the Ellison family leaving, likely picking up clothes for Charlotte.
“Miss Marsh, this dress suits you perfectly; no need for alterations.”
The designer looked at the woman in the mirror with amazement.
The cheongsam outlined her figure perfectly. Her fair skin complemented the color beautifully. With the buttons fastened up to the last one and her eyes slightly lifted at the corners, she exuded charm and allure.
Callie casually picked up a folding fan and studied herself in the mirror.
It was only today that she realized how well she suited a cheongsam.