Boyd Drew's eyes were filled with confusion. Just a few days ago, his father had retreated from public life, not seeing anyone at all. It was well-known that the old man had fallen ill, rumored to have been caused by stress from Caleb Mamet, and now, within an hour, the situation had completely reversed?
"Mr. Drew, would you like to know why?" Xaviera Evans asked leisurely.
She slowly walked towards Caleb, but as she passed Boyd, she suddenly turned around and said softly, "You've been planning this for so long, and you even had Mr. Drew cooped up at home for so many days. Yet I managed to diffuse this crisis within an hour. Am I not brilliant? For someone with your intelligence to think of challenging me? Just save it."
Boyd's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to shoot flames.
