Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband
Chapter 1348 - Chapter 1348 Chapter 1348 Whos better me or Caleb Mamet

Chapter 1348: Chapter 1348: Who’s better, me or Caleb Mamet? Chapter 1348: Chapter 1348: Who’s better, me or Caleb Mamet? 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: “…”

He hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately replied: “Of course, you are more outstanding. In just a few years, you’ve reached this position. The Brooke family’s power in Yittaland is also top-notch. Compared to you, Mr. Mamet is still a bit inferior.”

Willie Novak’s finger fell on the medical book beside him, which boldly read ‘Miracle Doctor Saint Hand.’ He revealed a mocking smile, “If I’m better, why did she choose to marry Caleb Mamet? I knew her earlier, and I accompanied her when she was most vulnerable and helpless.”

“Before the emergence of the Miracle Doctor Saint Hand, it was just the two of us relying on each other in that dilapidated village. We went to the mountaintop to watch the sunrise, lying on the grass to look at the stars.”

“We shared a biscuit to eat, and even hugged each other for warmth every night. When the Evans family bullied her, I stood up for her. We have so many beautiful memories together. I’ve been thinking about her all these years, but why did she choose Caleb Mamet, who appeared halfway?”

Assistant: “…”

Willie Novak laughed at himself: “Why am I even talking to you about this? You don’t know anything, how could you possibly understand my feelings?”

The assistant looked at Mr. Novak with some surprise and didn’t dare to utter a word.

There was a hint of sadness in the man’s eyes, and he sighed bitterly and shook his head: “Does betraying her once mean never having a chance again?”

Assistant: “…”

Willie Novak frowned: “You’re like a wooden block; talking to you is useless. Don’t stand there and get in the way, get out.”

Assistant, relieved: “Mister, then… if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

After saying that, he left as if escaping, and couldn’t help pouting after he shut the door.

It wasn’t just as simple as betraying Miss Evans; you stole her medical book and almost killed her grandfather. Do you think she could ever forgive you?

After the assistant left, the study was filled with silence. There was a hint of sadness in Willie Novak’s eyes as he opened his computer. The emails he had sent were all unanswered, proving how determined Xaviera Evans was.

At that moment, the phone suddenly rang, and a careful female voice came from inside: “Mr. Novak…”

Willie Novak was interrupted by thoughts and clearly was not happy, his tone cold: “What is it?”

“Miss Kalafatis refuses to eat or take her medicine, and insists on seeing you. The doctor says if she keeps making a fuss, her health will suffer. We hope you can come to see her.”

The one speaking was a nurse who had been caring for Miss Kalafatis all these years. She believed Mr. Novak would definitely come to see Miss Kalafatis, considering how, for so many years, the noble and elegant Mr. Novak only had eyes for her, focusing all his energy on the family’s affairs and never got involved with any other woman.

Everyone heard that Miss Kalafatis had already married Mr. Novak, but they hadn’t had an official wedding yet. Mr. Novak had even bought her a villa and hired many people to take care of her, so now that she just wanted to see Mr. Novak, he certainly wouldn’t refuse.

But, to her surprise, the man on the phone let out a cold snort. The nurse instantly felt nervous, and then Mr. Novak’s impatient voice reached her ear: “I’m not a doctor; what’s the use of me going? If she doesn’t want to eat, let her starve. Leave her be.”

“Mr. Novak…” The nurse hadn’t finished speaking when the man on the phone ruthlessly hung up.

The doctors and nurses in the room looked at each other, then they all lowered their heads without speaking, not daring to look at the distorted face of Miss Kalafatis.

Mr. Novak is so heartless!

At this moment, Miss Kalafatis’s face was grim, her fingers tightly gripping the white bedsheet, and she let out a hysterical scream: “Why? Why won’t he come to see me? Is it because that bitch came to Yittaland? As soon as that bitch appears, I’m no longer in his eyes, wuu wuu wuu…”