Charlotte bit her lip, feeling panicked and unable to find an exit. She felt very insecure. She desperately wanted to know what Callie had done.
What Callie wanted was precisely this reaction from her.
In the study, after the directors finished reporting on the various aspects of the Oconnor Group, they felt relieved upon hearing Nelson’s orderly arrangements.
“Bridger, thank you for coming.” Nelson poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Bridger.
“It’s my duty. If it weren’t for Miss Ellison, I wouldn’t have known you were here.”
Nelson made no comment.
Bridger suddenly remembered something. “By the way, there’s some movement over at the Scott Group.”
Nelson raised an eyebrow, his attention caught by a familiar figure outside. It was Callie, carrying a single-shoulder bag, walking briskly down the corridor.
Bridger didn’t notice Nelson’s distraction and continued, “Cyrus has been released on medical parole.”
Nelson turned sharply.
Cyrus’s release on medical parole had stirred many in their circle. He had been inside for so many years, and Jaquan had never managed to get him out until now.
And it happened right after the Oconnor family grandfather passed away.
Callie learned of this news after leaving the old mansion.
She had just stepped out when she received a call from Regan, inviting her to lunch.
“It seems it’s already a done deal. Jaquan must have pulled some strings to get him out. Ahmad was the first to know about it.”
Callie leaned back in her seat, deep in thought. “I heard Jaquan has connections in the city. Could it be…”
Regan understood and shook her head. “If he wanted to do this, he would have succeeded long ago. There’s no reason to wait until now.”
Now that the Oconnor family grandfather was gone, Jaquan’s timing in getting Cyrus out was clearly a move against Nelson.
Callie suddenly remembered what Jaquan had said that day-he would rescue Cyrus right in front of Nelson.
He actually did it so quickly.
There had to be some exchange of interests; otherwise, it would have been impossible.
“Ylosea is about to change.” Regan cut a piece of steak and placed it on Callie’s plate. “Think carefully about whom you should side with.”
Callie scoffed at this. “So I have to rely on someone else to survive?”
Regan waved her knife and fork dismissively. “No matter which side wins, you’ll end up in the worst position.”
There was some truth to that; she had offended all the wrong people.
Callie smiled bitterly, remembering something. “What about Marilyn?”
“She has completely given up on the Ellison family business and handed it over to Jaquan. She’s now living as a carefree socialite.”
In fact, it wasn’t a bad path to take.
What Callie remembered was that day at the art gallery when she saw Jaquan’s hysterical reaction. Marilyn had said she wanted Callie to disappear.
Logically, since she had divorced Nelson, Marilyn should hate Charlotte instead of her.
But Marilyn still directed her anger at Callie.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Regan, do you believe in blood relations?” Callie suddenly asked.
Regan frowned. “In what sense?”
“Telepathy.”
“Maybe. Blood relatives often have it.”
“Really?” Callie wasn’t convinced. She and Marilyn were biological sisters, but they had always despised each other with no sense of connection.
She did feel a connection with Sienna and Ahmad… but she wasn’t sure if they felt the same about her.
Thinking about this, Callie smiled bitterly again.
“I saw Charlotte today.”