Regan used to be a wealthy lady and had basic appreciation skills.
She glanced over, “Those paintings are worthless. What makes them valuable her identity.”
Callie looked at a nearby notice board, which stated that after the exhibition, there would be a small auction, and all proceeds would be donated to impoverished areas.
“Won’t she get angry if you say that?”
Regan propped her chin with one hand and glanced at Charlotte, who was socializing with Ahmad. “She has no say in this, unlike Marilyn.”
Her tone was dismissive, showing no respect.
“And what about you?” Callie suddenly asked.
Regan was taken aback, “What?”
“Do you have more say than Marilyn?”
Callie’s dark pupils were serious as she looked at her.
“Me?” Regan laughed awkwardly, “I’m just an outsider, working for them. I don’t count.”
“I think you’re quite capable. You should give it a try.”
Regan’s smile became a bit awkward, and she didn’t ask what exactly to try.
After chatting for a while, Callie went to the restroom. As she walked through the corridor, the sunlight was bright, and she suddenly heard an argument from a corner.
“I disagree. We’ve come this far; there’s no turning back.”
It was Jaquan’s voice.
Callie stopped and saw two familiar figures. She turned slightly to hide herself.
Marilyn’s mental state was still not good, visibly exhausted. “Jaquan, I can’t wait any longer.”
She irritably lit a cigarette. “I’ve had enough of this life. Do you know how that bitch looks at me? She took everything from me! That wretch.”
“I want to leave. I want to leave now!”
“Marilyn!” Jaquan grabbed her wrist as she lit the cigarette. He lowered his voice, “Don’t forget, none of this belongs to her or you.”
Marilyn’s eyes widened with endless fear.
Jaquan let go of her, “Endure it if you can. If not, I’ll find a way to make you disappear.”
His words were filled with threats, clearly not implying a simple disappearance.
Marilyn staggered back several steps, holding her forehead. She paced back and forth irritably before gritting her teeth and saying, “Then find a way to get Callie away from Jamir. I saw her again today! Jaquan! Every time I see her, I lose control. I feel like I’m going crazy!”
Her irritation was undisguised.
“You think I don’t want that?” Jaquan growled, “I want Jamir gone more than anyone!”
“Not Jamir, Callie.” Marilyn grabbed his arm, almost pleading, “I want her gone. She’s like a devil, everywhere!”
Callie stood not far away, frowning slightly, feeling a chill down her spine.
Marilyn hated her; that was certain. But now it wasn’t just hate; it was… fear.
Why?
Callie wanted to see more but didn’t expect Jaquan to lose patience. He glanced around and then dragged Marilyn away.
She stood in the sunlight, racking her brains.
“Miss Marsh.” A voice suddenly came from behind her.
Callie’s nerves were tense, and she was startled, her face pale.
Anthony was surprised, “What happened to you?”
She forced herself to calm down, “I should be asking you why you’re here.”
Anthony forced a smile, “Mr. Oconnor requests your presence.”
In the lounge, the table was covered with documents, indicating recent busyness.
The lights were suddenly turned off, plunging Callie into darkness. Then a pair of warm hands fell on her waist, pinning her against the door.