Chapter 552: 552: Is My Life Worth 20 Million Dollars?

Chapter 552: Chapter 552: Is My Life Worth 20 Million Dollars?

Xaviera Evans was just thinking about Zara Woods poisoning her and had completely forgotten to maintain her character. Unexpectedly, her weak character fell apart so quickly.

Xaviera laughed awkwardly, “Heh... heh, Caleb, this...”

“Mrs. Mamet.” Caleb Mamet smiled insinuatingly, “I know everything about you, I just never spoke up.”

Xaviera: “...”

That damn man knew too much.

The man looked at her stupefied expression and smiled faintly before carrying her into the Restroom of the racetrack.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Slap!

Boyd Drew slapped Zara Woods hard in the face, leaving a red handprint on her smooth cheek.

“Zara Woods, I lost 5% of the Drew family’s shares because of you! How do you account for that!”

Zara Woods endured the pain, suppressing her anger and unwillingness, and forcibly squeezed out a smile, “Mr. Drew, we have a cooperative relationship, you want Xaviera, I want Caleb. That 5% of shares went to the woman you love, so it’s not a loss to you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Boyd Drew violently grabbed her chin.

Zara Woods lowered her head, a sinister smile forming on her lips. Even if she couldn’t poison Xaviera to death this time, she had hired a top assassin to kill Xaviera. Xaviera was as good as dead.

...

Lowen Clubhouse.

As soon as Xaviera returned home, she received a phone call.

Looking at the number, she hesitated for a moment before gesturing to Caleb behind her, “Caleb, I... I’ll go upstairs first!”

Caleb glanced at her and nodded indifferently.

Xaviera hurried back to her room and closed the door, swiftly answering the call and whispering, “Didn’t I say not to call me unless it’s urgent? Are you trying to get me killed?”

The caller froze for a moment, then said cautiously, “Miss Evans, we just received an order. Someone is offering 20 million dollars to have someone killed.”

Xaviera frowned unhappily, “Our Lingo Pavilion used to be an assassin organization, but that kind of business isn’t sustainable. I’ve said it before, we’re not taking such orders anymore. Why do you insist on making blood money?”

“No... no, Miss Evans, that... that’s not it,” the caller stumbled with their words.

Xaviera warned, “I’m telling you, don’t accept it in the future to avoid trouble.”

“Miss Evans, what I wanted to say is... they want to kill you!”

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell.

The person on the other end of the phone thought Xaviera was angry, but Xaviera leisurely responded, “My life... is worth 20 million dollars?”