YM778.TV Chapter 339: 339: The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend
Chapter 339: 339: The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend
Caleb nodded: “Xaviera, did you think that deleting the investigation data would keep it from me?”
Xaviera laughed.
Caleb’s slender fingers tapped on the table, “So, you should know where these
80 million dollars came from.”
Speaking of which, Xaviera was quite puzzled and asked softly: “Moore Mamet’s 40 million dollars came from the company. Although the use of such a large amount is against regulations, he is the boss after all, so there’s nothing strange about it.”
The Xaviera group was founded by her. Now under Moore’s control, he should be able to allocate the 40 million dollars without anyone noticing.
But Mag Evans’ 40 million dollars…
Xaviera was doubtful: “How did Mag Evans embezzle the money from Yigol
Mamet’s account? Did she know the password?”
Yigol Mamet, the second son of the Mamet family, would undoubtedly not tell outsiders ms account passwora. so now (110 mag get tne money Witnout Demg discovered?
Yigol Mamet hadn’t even noticed that his account was short 40 million dollars.
Caleb’s eyes were cold, and the words he spoke left Xaviera dumbfounded.
“Mag of course doesn’t have the ability, but there’s someone who could help her.’
Caleb sneered: “Mrs. Mamet, Jenny Green.”
Xaviera:
Mrs. Mamet?
Did Mrs. Mamet help Mag steal money from her own son’s account?
Has Mrs. Mamet lost her mind? Transferring 40 million dollars from her son’s account to someone as irrelevant as Mag Evans, and letting Mag donate it to the college?
Caleb scoffed: “Do you want to know why?”
He said slowly: “Because she knows that you were once Moore’s fiancée, and she wants to use Mag to suppress you.”
Xaviera: ‘
Xaviera couldn’t understand Mrs. Mamet’s intentions. Did Mrs. Mamet think the enemy’s enemy is a friend and decided to collaborate with Mag Evans against her?
Caleb put down the glass, tapping with his slender fingers, “Moreover, the money wasn’t directly transferred to Mag Evans, but it should be…”
His eyes narrowed slightly, filled with mockery and disdain, “Transferred to Boyd Drew.”
Boyd Drew!
Xaviera suddenly realized.
In fact, using Mag Evans against her was just one step in their plan. The real goal was to transfer the Mamet family’s money to Boyd Drew, so that Drew could become the Mamet family’s head and completely replace Caleb.
“Caleb…” Xaviera’s heart ached.
Caleb maintained his composure: “Time to go out.”
“What for?”
The man smiled: “To watch the show.”
On the other side, Mag had finished fixing her makeup. Although her eyes were a little red, she seemed to be in good condition.
Regardless, both Mag and Moore donated 80 million dollars to Libanan University. The construction of the new building had already begun, and sophisticated equipment had been ordered from abroad.
Even if they were labeled as mistresses, they still made a contribution to Libanan University.
Everyone secretly glanced at Xaviera and whispered: “Poor Miss Xaviera, hurt by this bastard couple and framed. Now she’s at Libanan University and has been invited to the donation ceremony. Isn’t this like stabbing her heart?”
“There’s no choice! The principal has already accepted the money, and the name of the teaching building has been decided. Magre Tower, even if Mag is a mistress, it’s an unalterable fact.”
“It’s just a pity for Miss Xaviera.”
A few people whispered quietly, and those on the stage did not hear.
Derek Evans and Madam Evans exchanged glances on the stage.
They were ready. Once the donation ceremony ended, they would spend money to get Mag’s “mistress” story off the trending list.
Mag has contributed so much to Libanan University, purchasing a lot of expensive equipment and devices for the students. There shouldn’t be anyone who would bring up the fact that she was a mistress again.
Moira Besian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that people with great achievements shouldn’t worry about small things. Having some black material IS normar, nooouy IS perrect!
In the future, when Mag becomes a nationally renowned entrepreneur, those whispers behind her back would gradually disappear. Who would still remember what happened years ago?
Thinking about this, Moira Besian laughed proudly: “Mag, Moore, are you ready to give your speeches? For the sake of Libanan University, for the country, and for the countless students, you have given your all and deserve everyone’s praise..”