Willie Novak's eyes drooped, and his tone was indifferent: "If she doesn't accept it, the gift loses its meaning. Whoever likes it can take it, I don't care."
"Mister, do we send another one tomorrow?"
Willie Novak shook his head.
The assistant began to report on today's meeting, and suddenly he remembered something and paused: "I investigated Caleb Mamet's whereabouts and found that he didn't come to Yittaland for the meeting. After he left the hotel, the people we sent to follow him lost his trail, as if he had disappeared into thin air."
"Caleb Mamet is not to be underestimated; he wouldn't be easily tracked." After saying that, Willie Novak's cold eyes lifted slightly, and he asked seriously: "What do you think, who is better, me or Caleb Mamet?"
Assistant: "..."
