Scarface was on the verge of tears, about to speak when the door to the hospital room opened. Jaquan walked out, looking displeased.
Scarface quickly stood up, as if seeing a savior. “Boss.”
Callie sat on a chair, enduring Jaquan’s scrutiny. The latter had sobered up and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Scarface tiptoed and whispered something in his ear. Jaquan remained expressionless. “Got it. Take a team and handle it. Resolve it by tomorrow morning.”
Scarface received the order, agreed, and quickly left, looking almost like he was fleeing.
Callie watched and couldn’t help but laugh. “Why do you make things difficult for him?” Jaquan pressed the elevator button.
“It’s fun. You’re married and have a wife, but he sees me as your partner. Do I look like one so much?” Callie followed beside him.
The mirror in the elevator reflected their figures, one tall and one petite, looking oddly well-matched.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Callie shut her mouth and waited until they left the hospital to ask, “Your dad must hate me, right?”
“What do you think?” Jaquan pressed the car key.
“I did it on purpose.”
“Who doesn’t know?” He finally glanced at her. “Satisfied now, venting for Nelson.”
“Then why did you bring me here?” Callie smiled.
Hearing this, Jaquan paused his action of opening the car door slightly. Yes, knowing she had ulterior motives, he still brought her here. He couldn’t figure out why himself. Maybe he wanted his father to see her.
Seeing Jaquan remain silent, Callie continued, “I’m not doing it for him; I’m doing it for Grandpa.”
Jaquan didn’t know how much he heard. He walked to the other side and opened the passenger door. “Take me home.”
Callie stood still. “Scarface just came. Why didn’t you let him take you?”
“Forgot.”
Jaquan had a house in Ylosea but rarely went back, always feeling it was empty and lifeless.
They returned to the club, to the exclusive room on the top floor, which hadn’t changed from before.
Callie was thirsty. She found a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured two glasses. “The first time I came here was with Nelson.”
Jaquan took off his shirt and went into the bathroom to shower.
Callie leaned against the door and continued, “You were having a meeting. It seemed Charlotte was there too. The first time I saw her, she looked so familiar.”
The sound of water came from inside; who knew how much he heard.
“Speaking of which, she was your assistant at first. Now she’s become the young lady of the Ellison family and might marry Nelson in the future. Honestly, don’t you feel unbalanced?”
As Callie spoke, she quietly took a transparent bag from her purse and put a pill into one of the wine glasses.
Jaquan didn’t respond. After a while, the water stopped. He came out drying his hair, looking quite wild and unruly.
“Miss Marsh, coming home with me in the middle of the night is very misleading.”
Callie feigned innocence. “Misleading to whom?”
Jaquan gave her a deep look but eventually bypassed her. “If I had known she would be the young lady of the Ellison family, how could I have made her an assistant?”
“If you had known, would you have taken her for yourself?”
Callie stepped forward with a glass of wine, took a sip herself, and handed the other glass to him.
Jaquan only took it after seeing her drink. “How will you get home after drinking?”
“I’ll go back tomorrow.” She smiled suggestively.
“This trick doesn’t work on me anymore.”
Callie downed her wine in one gulp. “Then have someone take me home.”
Jaquan frowned as if he couldn’t deal with her. He took a small sip and clicked his tongue. “Louis XIII, you have good taste.”
Callie smiled brightly.
Two minutes later, the man collapsed on the bed, powerless.