Caleb Mamet listened to Xaviera Evans's words, but didn't respond immediately, instead, he watched her with a smile.
Xaviera scratched her chin as if she was deep in thought, "You must have done something, right? Like arranging certain people around Boyd Drew to guide him? Otherwise, why would he choose Cold Night, and be sure that Cold Night was dead? Why would he take such risk, when there were so many other painters he could choose from, but he chose a painter with an unreliable factor?"
"Boyd Drew is not a fool, but he insists on using Cold Night's paintings for the packaging. Caleb, how did you make it happen?"
A gentle smile formed at the corner of Caleb's lips in response to Xaviera's guess, which did not surprise him, but in the next second, Xaviera dropped another bomb, "Caleb, that assistant of Boyd Drew is your man, right? Boyd has always trusted him, and the packaging of the perfume this time must be his idea, am I right?"