Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148: Kill to Silence?
Caleb Mamet raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curved into a smirk, "Xaviera is so smart, donât you have any good ideas?"
Xaviera giggled shyly, "Iâm so dumb and fragile, how would I know?"
Caleb Mamet looked at her quietly, and after a long time, he nodded with a smile. Xaviera was baffledâwhat did this man mean? Why was he nodding for no reason?
After that, the Drew family never brought up Caleb Mamet again. In theory, now that he was a member of the Drew family, he should have a proper titleâeither the elder Mr. Mamet or Mr. Yigol Mamet?
But the Drew family didnât care about this, and the servants either referred to him as Mr. Mamet or Mr. Caleb Mametâit seemed as if nothing had changed.
The Drew familyâs attitude made it clear to everyone that even though Caleb Mamet had returned to the family and his name had been added to the family genealogy, no one welcomed him. Moreover, the Drew family already had an heir, and no one could replace Boyd Drewâs position.
Some senior executives of the Drew Corporation, who used to be Winni Drewâs subordinates, were somewhat dissatisfied with the situation. However, considering that Sir Drew had raised Boyd Drew from childhood and the two shared a deep bond, it was only natural for Sir Drew to want to leave the family business to Boyd. Although Boyd wasnât very smart and wasnât good at business, as long as he didnât make any major mistakes, he would still be the Drew familyâs heir.
Despite the Drew familyâs cold attitude, Caleb didnât seem to care at all. After paying his respects to Winni Drew at the cemetery, he returned to Caleb Manor with Xaviera without speaking to any of the Drew family members.
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The Drew Main Manor.
"Boyd, remember that you are the heir to the Drew family. Even if Caleb Mamet returns, he cannot change this fact!" Sir Drew looked at Boyd seriously.
"Caleb schemed to return to the Drew family to take away everything we own. But I wonât let him have his way. As long as I live, the Drew family will never fall into his hands!" declared Sir Drew with unwavering determination.
With a gentle smile, Boyd said, "Grandfather, it really doesnât matter who becomes the heir if that person can contribute to the Drew family. If Mr. Mamet can help the Drew Corporation grow and prosper, Iâm willing to give up my position."
"Boyd, youâre such an understanding child," Sir Drew looked at Boyd with affection in his eyes. "The position of heir will always be yours. Tomorrow, I will formally announce this at the board meeting, leaving no chance for Caleb Mamet."
Ten oâclock at night.
Noah Reed came to Caleb Manor and passed Sir Drewâs words onto Xaviera.
Xaviera leaned on the sofa, propped her cheek, and blinked, "Sir Drew canât wait until after the ancestor grave visiting ceremony to announce it, huh! Let him not see tomorrow then."
Noahâs face turned pale with fear, and he stammered, "Miss Xaviera, this is the Drew family. Killing someone will cause trouble. Please calm down."
Xaviera looked innocent, "What nonsense! Am I that violent? Iâm very reasonable, and I never do anything illegal!"
Noahâs expression was subtle, and he replied reluctantly with a "I donât believe in you" look. "There are bodyguards all around the main house. Even if I take action myself, I have no authority to move them, so... "
Xavieraâs previous words had successfully misled Noah into thinking that she wanted to kill someone to silence them. His heart raced with apprehension.
Xaviera smirked slightly, hurriedly left the room, and Noah followed helplessly, calling out, "Miss Xaviera, please donât go!"
Hearing Noahâs voice, Xaviera turned around with a stunning smile. Then, she glanced at the main house and said cheerfully, "Donât worry, Iâll be fine."
Noah stood in the wind, disheveled. He wasnât worried about Xaviera, but rather the Drew family. If Xaviera harmed someone and caused a death, how could the Drew family let it go?
Meanwhile, in the study upstairs.
Sean Price stood in front of Caleb Mamet, recounting Sir Drewâs words. After a moment of silence, Caleb laughed, "Sir Drew is in such a hurry!"
"Mr. Mamet, what should we do..."
"I donât have time to play with them." Caleb waved his hand, leaning back in his chair, and said with a lazy expression, "Go do it."
In just a few words, he had declared Boyd Drewâs fate. Tomorrow, when the Drew familyâs rightful heirs would visit the ancestor grave, Boyd would be completely removed from the Drew family, severing any blood ties. Having lived a peaceful life for more than twenty years under false pretenses was enough. From now on, he would no longer be Winni Drewâs son.
Calebâs tone was indifferent, as in his eyes, Boyd was merely an antânot even worthy of being his opponent.