Callie watched him finish drinking and re-evaluated herself.
He asked her, “Do you want more?”
Callie shook her head. “Your appetite is bigger than I thought.”
Drinking the chicken soup Charlotte sent to the Oconnor Group and then having another meal at home-how ironic.
Nelson ignored her sarcastic tone. As Nancy cleared the dishes, Callie leaned back in her chair and said, “Once you’re married, I’ll leave here. There’s no need to bring Nancy back.”
She was used to being independent. Even having someone around for a few days felt like a hassle.
Nelson still didn’t respond, fiddling with his phone as if replying to messages. She watched his long fingers slide over the phone case, her heart pounding as if those fingers had touched her forbidden zone.
She didn’t know if Nelson had noticed the bug.
After replying to his messages, he looked up and met her complicated gaze. He squinted, “What are you looking at?”
Callie composed herself. “The phone case is oxidized. Why not change it?”
Nelson flipped the phone nonchalantly. “I like old things.”
“Didn’t see that coming,” Callie retorted quickly with a cold sneer.
She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but she thought she saw a hint of a smile on his face. Before she could look closer, Anthony came in from outside. “Mr. Oconnor, Bridger is here.”
The lightness on Nelson’s face quickly disappeared.
Callie “sensibly” went upstairs to avoid their meeting.
Bridger had always been on Nelson’s side in the Oconnor Group. After his grandfather passed away, the Oconnor Group faced internal turmoil with reformists and conservatives at odds. Nelson’s situation hadn’t been good lately.
Reform was inevitable. His ambition was to expand the business landscape, and cooperation with the Ellison family was essential.
Callie entered her room, turned on her computer, and the conversation downstairs poured out word for word.
“Just got the news that Owen is already collecting scattered shares, aiming to surpass our holdings and achieve impeachment.”
Nelson listened, his voice lazy. “How much has he collected?”
“So far, thirty percent.”
The Oconnor Group had always been a centralized group. Over the years, Nelson alone held forty percent of the shares, surpassing everyone else. After Dale went to prison, Nelson bought back shares at a very low price, currently holding forty-six percent.
If Owen collected more shares than him, the Oconnor Group would change hands.
Nelson sneered. “Those people in the Oconnor Group never give up on trying to bring me down.”
Bridger was anxious. “Mr. Oconnor, if he really succeeds…”
“So the project must advance quickly, and overseas expansion must be steady.” Nelson’s tone was decisive and sharp.
Bridger understood but couldn’t help worrying. “But this step requires far more funds than we imagined. The bank is currently manageable, but over time, the funding chain will be a big problem.”
If the funding chain broke, everything would be lost, and Nelson might be ousted.
The man remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Bridger quickly explained, “But in a couple of days, it’s your wedding with Miss Ellison. Once that’s settled, funding won’t be an issue.”
Callie listened and sensed a feeling of being cornered. Perhaps Nelson’s marriage to the Ellison family wasn’t just about “Maevelyn” but also about binding interests.
He had no way out.