Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 393: 393: Concealing Only Exposes More

It seems like he’s trying to cover something up!

Vivian Drew’s face turned pale, and her father was being impulsive, so she interrupted quickly: “Caleb, my father didn’t have any other intentions, he was just afraid you would use Boyd’s identity to make a fuss because you definitely wouldn’t admit that you hurt my sister.”

Xaviera Evans blinked, an innocent look on her face: “Mrs. Riker, why should I admit something I haven’t done?”

“What are you? Do you have a say in this?”

Xaviera Evans was incredibly surprised, “I am Caleb’s wife, why can’t I have a say? The Drew family is so overbearing, not even allowing others to speak. Are you feeling guilty or something?”

“You…” Vivian Drew was momentarily speechless, her whole body trembling with rage.

Caleb Mamet waved his hand indifferently: “Mrs. Riker, your performance ends here. I’ve already lost interest.”

Suddenly, the bodyguards in the banquet hall stood up abruptly, surrounding the entire area without any gaps.

The Drew family and Will Mamet were in a panic, “Caleb, what are you doing?”

The door of the hall was tightly closed, the atmosphere instantly changed, tense. Caleb was sitting on a chair, his demeanor light as a breeze but his aura was oppressive and overwhelming as never felt before by the people in the room.

The man’s thin lips lightly opened: “Uncovering the truth.”

“Caleb, what do you mean? I knew you wouldn’t admit what you’ve done in the past. Can my father and I make a joke about my sister’s death? The Drew and Mamet families have not been in contact for so many years, all for my sister’s sake. Can we still lie?”

Vivian Drew explained hastily, not believing that Caleb could produce any evidence.

Caleb’s slender fingers tapped on the chair, raising his eyebrows: “Mrs. Riker, do you really have that much confidence?”

Vivian Drew gritted her teeth, her eyes swirling with rage. No matter what, today she must force Caleb to bear the indirect responsibility for Winni Drew’s death.

She wanted to see with her own eyes, Winni Drew’s son being forced to give up his position and apologize to the mistress’s family. Nothing could be more satisfying to her than this.

Even if that bitch, Winni Drew, died, it could not dispel the hatred in her heart. She wanted Winni Drew’s son to suffer endless pain as well.

“Heh.”

A moment later, Caleb gave a cold laugh, his voice low, “Mrs. Riker, do you really think I don’t have any evidence in hand?”

Vivian Drew’s expression suddenly froze, and she calmed down and immediately rebutted, “What evidence? With your power and status today, Caleb, it would be too easy to fabricate evidence. As long as you say a word, people will testify for you, even taking the blame for you!”

“You must want to say that the doctors and nurses in the hospital at the time can testify for you, proving you didn’t hurt my sister.”

“But think about it, everyone, he’s Caleb Mamet!”

Vivian Drew pointed to Caleb, speaking emphatically, “He’s the richest man, the master of Libanan, he has power and influence! He wants to fabricate evidence, just spend money to find a few people, and the problem is solved. Let alone a few doctors and nurses, even if he bought all the people in the hospital, he could easily do it!”

Vivian Drew’s face was full of anger, but her heart was filled with triumph.

“You definitely bought off witnesses, had people testify for you, and splashed dirty water on us. You rich and powerful people naturally have many people who want to curry favor with you! Am I right?”

Vivian Drew’s rebuke made everyone suddenly realize they were looking at Caleb Mamet with disdain.

Miss Drew was right. Twenty years had passed, and the Drew family had never mentioned this. They had no reason to fabricate the truth now. As for Caleb, it would only take a single word to produce witnesses.

Comparatively speaking, the Drew family’s words were more credible. Mr. Caleb Mamet was saying too much, making it seem like he’s making excuses.

Caleb Mamet looked up disdainfully, as if expecting her to have more acts to perform, seemingly watching a clown. He then spoke lightly, “Mrs. Riker, you are too naive. Evidence does not just mean witnesses; there are other ways of presentation.”

Vivian Drew’s face turned pale.

Jenny Green also showed a frightened face. That couldn’t be… when she went to the hospital to provoke Winni Drew at the time, no one saw, and it couldn’t have left any evidence. The surveillance video in the ward had already been deleted