"In the end, I was forced to agree to the bet. From beginning to end, it was all Boyd Drew's idea. If he won, I would have honored the bet and handed over 5% of the Mamet Corporation's shares. Now that I've won, by agreement, Boyd should transfer the shares to me, but several months have passed, and he hasn't fulfilled his promise."
Xaviera Evans's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and her piercing gaze fell on the executive. She questioned him word by word, "Do you have evidence that I tricked Boyd into betting? Did he lose and now it's my fault? Is the heir of the Drew Corporation that easy to deceive? If he could be so easily tricked into gambling away 5% of the shares, I don't think your Drew family's business will last long. Sooner or later, all of it will be lost by Boyd in gambling!"
"You might as well change your heir now. I don't know how many 5%s are enough for Boyd to squander. When the time comes, Mr. Drew will have to linger on his sickbed, unconscious for a long time."
