Chapter 11 Don't Bother Me When I Make Money

But after this, Callie's popularity in the design department had plummeted. People pointed and whispered every time she walked by, some even going so far as to bump into her on purpose, or to insult her to her face.

But Callie endured it all.

"It's fine, it's all fine," she consoled herself. Compared to her job and salary, these were nothing.

...

That night, Nelson had to attend an impromptu meeting and didn’t come back until late.

He took off his jacket, changed into slippers, and was just about to go upstairs when he suddenly noticed a small figure curled up on the sofa.

Callie seemed restless in her sleep, her brows were furrowed as she mumbled something.

Nelson walked over and listened closely.

"You lousy suitors, get lost, leave me alone… Don’t bother me when I make money…"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, speechless.

How poor did one have to be to think about making money even in their dreams?

Just then, the screen of the laptop in front of Callie flickered, catching Nelson's attention. On it was an interior design draft.

Though still rough, it showed her innovative design concept. Each stroke revealed her incredible talent in design.

Exceptionally, Nelson felt a sense of admiration for her, but more so, he was puzzled.

If she had such talent, why had she remained unremarkable in Oconnor Group all these years?

"Ugh..."

The woman on the sofa suddenly moved in her dreams, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye, disappearing into the sofa cover.

Nelson gazed down at her for a long time, then heard her murmur, "Dad..."

His eyes flashed, and the fleeting coldness in his eyes turned into a sneer.

"Sir, you're back...?" A servant's voice interrupted. Nelson gestured for silence, and the servant understood immediately.

"Get her a blanket."

With that, Nelson turned and went upstairs.

The next morning, Callie woke up to find a blanket slipping down her shoulders. A look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Miss Marsh, you're awake?" the servant greeted her. Callie quickly stretched her stiff shoulders and said, "Thank you for the blanket."

The servant seemed about to say something, but Callie hurried upstairs to freshen up, so she just swallowed her words.

Callie made it to the company just in time to clock in.

She sighed in relief and headed for the employee elevator, but all of a sudden she was shoved from behind.

She stumbled forward. And if she hadn't grabbed the nearest handrail in time, she probably would have become the biggest joke at Oconnor Group.

After she had steadied herself, she turned around frowning, and saw that it was one of her former suitors.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, his disdainful look left a deep imprint on her heart.

Callie felt helpless.

Indeed, hares may pull dead lions by the beard.

"Get in."

A cold, deep voice suddenly sounded nearby, startling Callie.

She turned to see a pair of dark, cold eyes, and became nervous at once.

Nelson kept the doors of his private elevator open, clearly waiting for her, but she didn't dare step in.

Clearing her throat, she felt a bit embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Oconnor, but I'll wait for the next elevator. After all... ah!"

A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.

She stumbled as she stepped into the elevator, and was about to fall down again.

Instinctively, she raised her arms to protect herself, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, she fell into a cold, firm embrace.

She looked up, and found Nelson's handsome face so near to hers that it nearly made her stop breathing.

And her hands were rested right on his chest.

Nelson's gaze turned icy, his brows furrowing.

"Get off of me."

"Oh... okay, Mr. Oconnor."

Callie quickly put down her hands, pressed her floor number as the doors were closing, and moved to a corner, praying the elevator would arrive at her floor sooner.

They were completely alone in this oppressive elevator, and the atmosphere was nothing but awkward.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her breathing as quiet as possible.

She wondered to herself, 'What should a newly wed couple do when they encounter each other at work, especially when the nominal husband is also the boss? Ignore, of course, treat him like air!'

As the elevator went up, Callie stubbornly avoided looking at Nelson the whole time. But what she didn't realize was that the elevator's wall reflected every expression she made, allowing Nelson to see everything despite her standing behind him.

"Miss Marsh, focus more on work-related matters when at work. Only by working hard can you get a raise sooner."

"Huh?" Callie was puzzled.

Nelson leaned closer and said, "If you're dreaming about making money, you must really be in need of it."

Callie frowned, and was just about to say something when…

Ding!

The elevator doors opened. Callie, seeing she was about to be late, rushed out without a word.

When Nelson turned around, the elevator was already empty.

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