The Drew Corporation's annual meeting had only been going on for half an hour, and Boyd Drew was hanging his head under the scrutiny of all the senior executives, while Caleb Mamet sat on a sofa, leisurely savoring his red wine. His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.
Upon hearing that she had to compensate Caleb 1.8 billion dollars, Vivian Drew was suddenly furious.
Why? That was 1.8 billion dollars, not just eighteen million! Besides, the Drew family was already struggling. How could Caleb have the nerve to ask for this money?
The bastard child born by that bitch should have been killed! If only they had killed him when he was young, there wouldn't have been so many troubles now.
Vivian Drew couldn't suppress her anger and cursed, "Caleb! You ungrateful wolf! How can you ask for this money? That's 1.8 billion dollars!"
As soon as her words fell, Sir Drew's blood rushed to his head, and he roared, "Shut up!"
