Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 832 - : Slapping the Drew Family’s Face

Chapter 832: Chapter 832: Slapping the Drew Family’s Face

Boyd’s words had scarcely fallen when Carter’s brow furrowed. Sir Drew, who was standing nearby, sensed that something was wrong. He was about to stop Carter from speaking, but…

“Who says it’s impossible?”

Carter looked at Boyd with an expression as if he was looking at an idiot. “Mr. Drew, how do you know you haven’t seen Cold Night? Actually, you’ve already met him!”

…

The whole room was as quiet as a tomb, eerily silent.

Boyd felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His heartbeat skipped a beat, and a bad feeling took root in his heart.

...

When had he seen Cold Night? Wasn’t Cold Night already dead?

The corners of Boyd’s mouth twitched involuntarily, and his gentle face gradually twisted into an ugly grimace. He didn’t even dare to think too deeply about the meaning of Carter’s words.

If Cold Night wasn’t dead, then the Drew Group’s copyright infringement…

No! It couldn’t be! Since Carter didn’t know about it before his arrival, it meant that Cold Night hadn’t announced it yet. They still had a chance, as long as they could find Cold Night and offer him a generous compensation, they could still resolve the matter.

However, for some reason, panic welled up in his heart, and an aura of despair seemed to envelop him.

Sir Drew’s face darkened, and he knew he couldn’t let Carter speak any longer.

Yet, Carter’s face was full of mockery. So, Boyd didn’t know that Caleb Mamet was Cold Night, which was why he used Cold Night’s painting without authorization. Now that Caleb was suing the Drew Group, the Drew Group turned around and slandered him for playing tricks.

He had seen shameless people before, but never someone as shameless as this!

“Mr. Drew, would you like to know who Cold Night is?”

Boyd shuddered, and he instinctively looked at Caleb. He saw a lazy smile playing at the corners of his lips that was cold as ice.

Vivian Drew was infuriated when she saw his expression. “Caleb! What kind of look is that? It doesn’t mean that you can impersonate Mr. Cold Night and sue the Drew Group just because Mr. Cold Night can’t provide proof for Boyd! Moreover, Boyd has already received authorization! You’re slandering him!”

“Caleb, you will be despised by everyone for using such tactics to win the sales championship!”

As soon as her words fell, Caleb let out a soft laugh.

“Of course he can sue the Drew Group.”

At this moment, a cold, serious voice piped up. Carter smirked, “Caleb is the most qualified person to sue the Drew Group!”

He is? Why? The person most qualified to sue the Drew Group should be Cold Night!

Vivian was about to refute loudly when she suddenly shivered. It felt like someone was choking her throat, and her face turned pale. Then she abruptly looked at Caleb, her face full of disbelief.

At this moment, Caleb sat leisurely on the sofa, his long legs crossed, looking elegant and distinguished under everyone’s heated gaze, without any change.

The corners of the man’s mouth curled up slightly, a smile that appeared provocative to the Drew family members.

Before everyone could recover, Carter sneered, “Mr. Drew, you keep saying that you’ve received Cold Night’s authorization. Why didn’t you know that Mr. Mamet is Cold Night then?”

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Mr. Mamet is Cold Night?

These words struck everyone like a bolt from the blue, leaving them dumbfounded. The Drew family’s faces turned red and white.

Carter’s words were a resounding slap to the Drew family’s faces. Sir Drew turned grim, sizing up Boyd. How had his carefully cultivated grandson turned out to be so far below Caleb Mamet’s level?

Boyd clenched his fists, his mind going blank. The previously gentle face was now full of malevolence, and the veins on his forehead seemed about to burst.

Carter continued to interrogate, “Mr. Drew, when you discussed the collaboration with Cold Night, you must have met face to face, right? Even if you didn’t meet, you would’ve contacted each other through the internet or phone. Since the Drew Group has received authorization, why doesn’t anybody know that Mr. Mamet is Cold Night?”

Boyd’s felt as if he was sitting atop a bed of nails, hardly able to contain his anger any longer. He glared viciously at the calm man nearby, his face turning from pale to black with rage, wishing he could tear Caleb to pieces.

As the young master of the Drew family, Boyd had been raised with a golden spoon. He was wholeheartedly cultivated by the Drew family, who even planned to give him the title of family heir. He should have been the person standing at the top of the pyramid, yet ever since Caleb established the Mamet Corporation, all eyes had turned away from him.

He had thought that he could take the wind out of Caleb’s sails and prove to everyone that he was the most suitable candidate to inherit both the Mamet and Drew families.

But now, someone told him that Caleb was Cold Night.

It’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!