Chapter 699: Chapter 699: Unable to Live or Die

From a high vantage point, Caleb Mamet glanced down at her and casually said, “Jenny Green used you to contain me, and you agreed. Since you chose to be my enemy in the first place, you should at least pay some price for it! Miss Flack, do you really think you can redeem yourself?”

“Only allies have the chance to redeem themselves, but you’re just a pawn in my hands. I tell you what to do, and you have no right to refuse. Cross Jenny Green, and she might kill you – but if you cross me…”

Caleb’s deep eyes were filled with coldness as he hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a wicked grin, “Cross me, and I’ll make you wish for death!”

Yvette Flack’s body softened, and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes full of tears. Terrified, she cried, “No! I don’t want to die! Please spare my life!”

“If you don’t want to die, Miss Flack, you should know what to do.” Caleb suddenly held a small silver knife in his hand, pressing it against Yvette’s chin, forcing her to raise her head.

“Jenny Green’s mission for you has failed, and I will let you go. But can you guarantee that she won’t seek revenge? If you follow Will Mamet and gain his affection, who in the Mamet family would dare to touch you?”

“Although Will is foolish, he has the most say in the Mamet Old Mansion after Grandma. Only he can stand against Jenny Green, and only he can protect you, Miss Flack. You should understand that all of this is for your benefit.”

Yvette trembled, staying silent for a while before reluctantly nodding her head, wiping her tears.

Caleb, seeing that his goal had been achieved, smiled slightly and got up to leave. He knew Yvette was partially responsible for the car accident, but he decided to give her a chance. Not out of pity, but because if she stayed alive, the events would become more interesting.

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Inside the banquet hall, Tracy Swift walked in with a smile on her face. Boyd Drew approached her to greet her, “Miss Swift, hello.”

The crowd’s curious eyes fell on the two of them, “Is this young lady the daughter of the Swift family from the Imperial City? As expected of a well-bred lady, her every move is extremely elegant and noble. As the saying goes, ‘With poetry and literature in your belly, an air of grace and culture surrounds you.’ Miss Swift’s demeanor is unmatched.”

Tracy gave a slight nod to the crowd, speaking politely and gently, “Thank you all for your praise, I’m not worthy.”

“What is Miss Swift’s gift?” Everyone looked curiously at the gift box in Tracy’s hand, knowing that since it was her gift, it must be of high quality.

Tracy smiled, “I heard that Madam Mamet likes Sir Whitman’s calligraphy, so as it happens, I came across one of Sir Whitman’s last pieces, titled ‘Thousand Character Longevity.’ It features one thousand characters for longevity, which seems quite fitting for the occasion.”

“Initially, I wanted to gift Madam Mamet a famille rose hollow porcelain vase, but Mr. Yigol Mamet bought it before I had the chance. So I decided to give her the ‘Thousand Character Longevity’ piece instead. I hope she’ll like it.”

The crowd gasped in surprise. As expected of the Swift family, Sir Whitman’s last piece held considerable value as a collector’s item, and Tracy had offered it as a gift to Madam Mamet. It was quite thoughtful of her.

At this moment, Xaviera Evans and Caleb Mamet entered the banquet hall hand in hand. Yigol Mamet, who was next to them, lowered his voice and warned Xaviera, “Xaviera, that woman is here. Be careful.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Tracy had walked over to the trio with a glass of red wine, a broad smile gracing her face. She looked at Xaviera and smiled, “Mrs. Mamet, I apologize for what happened before. I’ll drink this wine for you.”

Before Xaviera could respond, Caleb coldly interrupted, “Miss Swift, you can apologize, but my wife doesn’t handle alcohol well, so there’s no need to drink. So many days have passed since the incident, and I hope you’ll fulfill your promise as agreed and deliver that ancient painting as soon as possible.”

Tracy’s face suddenly stiffened while the audience looked on in confusion, completely unaware of what had happened.

Carmine Salt, unable to hold his anger, whispered to someone next to him, “It was this Mrs. Mamet who set a trap for Tracy, and now she has to give her the ‘Early Winter Snow Painting,’ which is worth 30 million dollars! That’s outrageous!”

Yigol Mamet glanced at Carmine Salt and thought, what a fool! Is Mamet’s residence a place where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come and go?

Yigol, not caring who the other party was, sarcastically retorted, “Miss Swift took the initiative to bet with my sister-in-law and even had her put a billion-dollar necklace on the line. It was only when I asked that Miss Swift reluctantly wagered that 30-million-dollar painting. Now that she has lost, shouldn’t she hand over the painting?”

“Miss Swift proposed this bet herself, but now that she’s lost, she’s unwilling to fulfill her promise and tarnish my sister-in-law’s reputation? Is this the style and character of the Swift family?”