Melting The IceQueen CEO

6

Violet Residence No. 1, one of the top three luxury villa areas in East Sea City, nestled against the mountains and by the water, with lush greenery and an incredibly beautiful environment, like a paradise on earth.

Living here meant you were either rich or powerful!

Campbell Watson stepped out of the taxi and glanced at the golden letters on the gate that read "Violet Residence No. 1." He then walked straight towards the entrance.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop right there! What do you think you're doing?"

The security guard, holding a plastic baton, jogged over and blocked Campbell, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Campbell was dressed plainly, definitely not someone who lived in Violet Residence No. 1. Besides, the guard had been working here for five years and had never seen him before.

"I'm here to see someone," Campbell replied honestly, standing at the gate.

"See someone? Who?"

Although the guard didn't believe him, he still asked patiently, as a professional should.

"Magnus Nelson."

"Magnus... President Nelson? Kid, are you messing with me?" The guard's demeanor changed instantly upon hearing the name.

This kid must be looking for trouble.

As a security guard at Violet Residence No. 1, he knew exactly who Magnus Nelson was.

Magnus Nelson was the head of one of the top ten wealthy families in East Sea City, the Nelson family, and the founder of SkyRise Corporation, with a net worth in the billions.

Moreover, he was the developer of Violet Residence No. 1!

An ordinary person trying to reach such a big shot? It seemed like a joke.

"Forget it, I won't make it hard for you. I'll call him myself," Campbell Watson said, tired of arguing with the security guard. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Watson?"

Soon, a deep male voice came from the other end of the line.

"Yes, it's me, Uncle Nelson. I'm at the gate of Violet Residence No. 1..."

"Ah, Mr. Watson, I'm really sorry. I had sent Promise to pick you up from the airport, but something unexpected came up. My apologies... Promise should be at the gate now. Hold on a moment, I'll call her, and you can come up together," Magnus Nelson arranged over the phone.

"Okay, sure," Campbell replied cheerfully and ended the call.

"You... you really know President Nelson?"

The security guard swallowed hard, now addressing Campbell respectfully.

He had recognized the voice on the phone as Magnus Nelson's, but it was still hard to believe that this ordinary-looking guy actually knew President Nelson.

Moreover, from the tone of President Nelson on the phone, he seemed very polite.

Could this guy be some rich heir who likes to keep a low profile?

Thinking about his earlier attitude and tone, the security guard felt a bit uneasy.

"I don't know him, never met him," Campbell Watson replied casually, then stood quietly to the side, waiting.

Beep beep...

Just as the security guard was about to say something nice, an Audi RS7 pulled in.

"Hey, Wang, what are you standing around for? Lift the barrier... Who's this beggar? Get him out of here, he's an eyesore."

The driver's window slowly rolled down, revealing an arrogant and haughty face.

Campbell turned his head and chuckled.

Well, isn't this a small world? This guy was the same jerk who tried to smother Promise Nelson at the abandoned factory. What was his name again? Berloff Nelson?

"Mr. Berloff, good day..."

Seeing Berloff, the security guard quickly lifted the barrier, nodding and bowing with a fawning smile on his face.

"Are you Campbell Watson?"

At that moment, the passenger door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman stepped out, her eyes scanning Campbell.

"Miss Promise, good day..." The security guard bent even lower upon seeing the woman.

The woman was none other than Promise Nelson.

She and Berloff had just come from giving their statements at the police station. Since her car was still parked at the airport, she had asked Berloff to give her a ride back.

Just as she reached the gate, she received a call from her dad. He told her that the important guest she was supposed to pick up at the airport was waiting at the security booth and asked her to bring him back.

She initially thought this important person must be quite impressive, but now it seemed otherwise. However, as the head of a corporation, she knew better than to judge someone by their appearance.

So, they quietly sized each other up.

"It's me."

Although she had seen photos of Promise Nelson before, the real person was even more stunning.

"Get in."

Promise Nelson greeted politely but distantly before getting back into the car.

Campbell Watson shrugged, opened the back door, and bent down to get in.

"Hey, hey, hey... Be careful! My seat covers and floor mats are all designer brands, worth thousands... You can't afford to dirty them... Promise, who is he?"

Berloff Nelson was visibly annoyed seeing Campbell sit on his newly bought leather seats.

"He's a distinguished guest invited by my dad."

Promise Nelson explained coldly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Berloff Nelson had no choice but to swallow his remaining words and reluctantly started the car.

Campbell Watson, sitting in the back, glanced at Berloff and Promise, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The security guard watched the Audi drive away and let out a long sigh of relief.

Man, these rich kids are getting more and more creative. Pretending to be poor losers? Looks like I need to be more careful in the future. The city's tricks run deep, and being a security guard is getting tougher by the day.

The security guard shook his head, deeply sighing.

If Campbell Watson knew he was mistaken for some rich young master by the guard, who knows what he would think...

****

Violet Residence, Building No. 1.

The king of the villas, Magnus Nelson's residence.

Driving through the brass gates, the first thing you see is a huge artificial fountain, surrounded by flower beds with various rare flowers and trees. It's like a paradise on earth.

"Hey, we're here. Get out of my car... Damn it, now I have to replace the seat cover!"

Berloff Nelson parked the car in front of the villa and, after Promise Nelson got out, turned his head and shouted at Campbell Watson with a nasty attitude.

Campbell smirked, pushed open the car door, and casually closed it.

Boom!

It was like someone had thrown a grenade under the car.

The brand-new Audi RS7 lifted four or five inches off the ground and then crashed down hard. All the windows shattered instantly, and the car body was severely deformed, emitting a piercing alarm sound.

Not far away, Promise and Magnus Nelson were both startled, thinking they were under a terrorist attack.

As for Berloff, who was sitting in the car, he was so scared by the sudden explosion that he scrambled out of the car in a panic, looking as pathetic as could be.

"You filthy beggar, what did you do to my car?"

In front of Promise Nelson and Magnus Nelson, Berloff Nelson felt utterly humiliated. He couldn't care less about his image anymore and angrily pointed at Campbell Watson, loudly questioning him.

Promise looked at Campbell with a puzzled

expression. The car had been fine just moments ago, so how could it suddenly explode? Could simply closing the car door cause such a massive impact? It seemed too far-fetched.

Promise didn't believe it was human error.

Perhaps there was something wrong with the car.

On the other hand, Magnus seemed to understand, nodding subtly as he looked at Campbell. It appeared this young man was indeed extraordinary.

Facing Berloff's accusations, Campbell looked innocent as he defended himself, "It really wasn't my fault..."

"It was because you, Malik, closed the car door that it exploded! Do you know how much that car is worth? Two million! You worthless beggar, you could never earn that much in your lifetime. How are you going to pay for it..."

"Shut up."

Magnus timely intervened to stop Berloff's rant.

"Mr. Campbell is my honored guest. As for your car, file a claim with the insurance company."

"Uncle..."

"Enough, no more talking. Leave now."

Magnus's stern gaze swept over Berloff, the authority in his eyes silencing him instantly.

Berloff, feeling resentful, shot a venomous glare at Campbell before getting into the deformed Audi. With a puff of black smoke, he left the villa in disgrace.

"This really has nothing to do with me. I just gently closed the car door, that's all."

Facing the gazes of Magnus Nelson and his daughter, Campbell Watson shrugged again, his expression as innocent as could be.

"Haha... Campbell, let's not beat around the bush. Come on, let's go inside and talk," Magnus said with a hearty laugh. He walked down the steps with a big stride and warmly invited Campbell into the villa.