He had just said he was willing to die with her…
Give up everything, to die with her.
That burning embrace left Callie in a daze. After a moment, she nodded and followed Malachi.
Nelson was having his hand wound treated by a doctor, while Anthony reported the situation outside.
“The police immediately sealed Jaquan’s properties. The Ellison family is aware, and Marilyn is confined at home. Ahmad intends to block all information as much as possible.”
The Ellison family was about to handle a major event, so no mistakes could be made.
Nelson listened, his mouth turned downwards, eyes not lifting.
“Miss Maevelyn knows you’re here and is very worried, insisting on seeing you,” Anthony said cautiously.
“Jaquan couldn’t have known so quickly. I didn’t leave International Waters; someone tipped him off,” Nelson quickly deduced.
Anthony was surprised. “This time it’s all our own people; no one would leak information.”
Nelson remained silent, lost in thought. After a moment, he looked up and saw the woman standing at the door, his gaze gradually focusing.
Callie stood there, still trembling from the shock, looking pitiful and small, hiding behind Malachi.
His pupils contracted.
Malachi stepped forward. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”
The doctor replied, “She’s unharmed apart from some minor bruises.”
Callie, now fully exposed to Nelson’s gaze, felt uneasy. She took a few steps forward. “Thank you for today.”
The man’s gaze was intense and invasive. He stared at her for a while before speaking. “What happened to your neck?”
Callie looked down and noticed a red mark on her neck. It hurt to touch and must have been caused during her struggle with Jaquan in the loft.
Besides that, she reeked of alcohol.
She looked utterly disheveled.
The doctor finished treating Nelson’s hand and was instructed to tend to her, making the situation awkward.
Malachi noticed and kindly intervened. “Mr. Oconnor, I found out that it was thanks to you that my transfer went smoothly. Otherwise, who knows when I’d be back in criminal investigation.”
Callie frowned as she listened. Was it Nelson who arranged Malachi’s transfer?
Nelson didn’t seem to care. He tapped the table with his bandaged fingers absentmindedly. “A good cop deserves it.”
Malachi smiled. “I’ll treat you to a meal sometime, though it won’t be anything fancy. My salary can only afford a bowl of noodles, so don’t turn me down.”
Before today’s events, Malachi had always thought Nelson was just a shrewd businessman with questionable ethics.
But today’s actions changed his perspective.
Nelson didn’t mind and smirked slightly. “Naturally.”
When everything was over, daylight had broken. The morning sun shone on the ground as Kieran waited outside the police station with a group of people, holding a bunch of pomelo leaves.
Callie followed Nelson out in silence.
To Kieran and the others, they looked perfectly matched.
“Mr. Oconnor, sis,” Kieran greeted with a smile. “Entering a police station brings bad luck; we need to use pomelo leaves to ward it off.”
Nelson frowned. “I don’t believe in that.”
Kieran insisted. “It really works.” He then used the pomelo leaves to pat Nelson all over, looking quite comical. Callie couldn’t help but laugh at Nelson’s furrowed brow.
“Callie, you too,” Kieran approached Callie.
Her smile froze awkwardly.
Nelson smirked and glanced at her leisurely.
At that moment, Anthony finished a call and approached quietly. “Mr. Ellison requests your presence.”