Chapter 153: The Night at the Harbor

Nelson squinted his eyes, scrutinizing her through the dim light, pondering something. "Let me tell you, from the first day I met Nash, he was destined to be my pawn. Satisfied?" Callie pressed her lips tightly. "Sorry, I shouldn't have meddled." In an instant, a large hand reached over, gripping her face to make her look at him. Nelson's expression was unclear but sharp. "Who did you see today?" The would was touched. It made Callie feel pain. She gasped but didn't cry out, gritting her teeth and enduring it. For some reason, she didn't want to confess, "No one." He sneered, increasing the pressure. Blood seeped from the wound, wetting his fingertips. "Jaquan, right?" Callie pressed her lips tighter, unwilling to answer. She harbored resentment towards him. "What did he say?" He didn't let go. She remained silent, enduring the pain on her face without a sound. "I guess your current thoughts were instilled by him," Nelson concluded. "But the reason you listened is that you als