Xavier Hamer lowered his gaze, looking towards the small violin beside him, "Mr. Novak, how will you choose?"
Willie Novak's calm face gradually became obscured by a layer of dark mist, and he couldn't help clenching his fist. He subconsciously looked towards Xaviera Evans, who still appeared unfazed as if all this had nothing to do with her.
As always, she didn't bother to give a glance to those she didn't care about.
Ever since that incident, she had treated him like a stranger, and all their past memories had vanished. The girl who used to follow him around, calling him 'Willie', had completely disappeared.
He had tried countless ways to win Xaviera back, but every time they met, she just gave him an indifferent nod and said nothing further as if those years were just a dream.
After so many years, she still appeared cold and aloof. Though this matter was related to her, she could still remain an indifferent bystander.