Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Footsteps came from the corridor, Steve Price and the driver hurriedly extinguished their cigarette butts and stood up straight.

“Mr. Mamet.

“Mr. Caleb Mamet.”

Steve turned to look behind the young man but did not see Xaviera Evans, he couldn’t help but ask: “Where’s Mrs. Mamet?”

Caleb Mamet coldly replied: ‘What are you going to do with her?”

Steve: ‘

Come on, don’t you care? You brought everyone from far away to find her?!

When Xaviera came down with her bag, her modified car had already been taken away by driver James. Steve waited for her in the corridor: “Mrs. Mamet, Mr. Caleb Mamet is waiting for you in the car.”

Xaviera was puzzled: “What are you guys here for? Business talks?”

Steve glanced at the dilapidated neighborhood around him, then looked at the man sitting in the back of the Maybach, his figure barely visible. He smiled and said: “Yes.”

As a special assistant, being adaptable is the most basic ability.

With just one sentence from Xaviera, he knew that Caleb hadn’t mentioned anything to his wife. Since the person involved hadn’t said anything, of course, he wouldn’t say more.

In the backseat, Caleb was working on his laptop. Xaviera glanced at him but didn’t dare disturb him. She placed her backpack on her lap and asked Steve, who was driving: ‘Where’s the car I drove here?”

“It has been taken away by Oda.”

Steve glanced at Caleb’s dark head through the rearview mirror, trying to strike up a conversation with Xaviera: “Mrs. Mamet, you can drive? That car was modified by Mr. Mamet, and not many people can drive it.”

“I can do a little.”

Xaviera’s fingers moved on the backpack, and added: “The car is well modified.”

Caleb Mamet snorted sarcastically.

Xaviera looked at him inexplicably.

Steve hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over: “Mrs. Mamet, what brought you to the old town? Young people rarely come this way now.”

“I came to see an old teacher.”

“Teacher?”

Didn’t Xaviera come back from the countryside? Could it be that her teacher moved from the countryside to Libanan?

“A teacher from Libanan University?

Caleb Mamet looked at the investigation results on his laptop screen and suddenly said: “I almost forgot that you were a student at Libanan University.”

Xaviera: ‘

I would have forgotten if you hadn’t reminded me.

“Libanan University?!”

Steve was astonished: “Mrs. Mamet, you’re actually a student at Libanan University?! Mr. Mamet is going to have an event at Libanan University in a few days, I think he’s going to be a judge or something. Mrs. Mamet, you can show us around the university campus then, I heard that the scenery at Libanan

University is beautiful.”

Caleb laughed disdainfully: “Do I need her to lead me around?”

There were so many school officials, why would he need her to be his guide?

Steve: ‘

Mr. Mamet, you can’t win over your wife like this.

Getting used to Caleb’s frequent sarcasm, Xaviera tapped his arm: “What event are you attending at Libanan University? I also have an event in a few days, I need to check if the times clash. If they do, I’m afraid I won’t be able to show you around the campus.”

Steve spoke up before she could answer: “It’s a Clothing Design Competition, and the school has invited Mr. Mamet to be a judge.”

The Mamet Group recruits fresh talent from Libanan University every year, so no matter what event the school holds, they will always send an invitation to Caleb, even though he has never attended.

But this time it’s different – Mrs. Mamet is a student at Libanan University, so Mr. Mamet has to go!

Caleb wanted to say who would go to the school to be a judge, but he opened his mouth and didn’t say anything.

Just then, Xaviera hesitated and said: “Clothing Design Competition? I think the event I’m attending is also this one… ”

However, she wasn’t sure. The school had invited her by email, but she found it boring, so she just threw it aside and ignored it.

“Mrs. Mamet, are you a fashion design major as well?”

Steve was even more surprised: “Perhaps we’ll be able to see Mrs. Mamet’s designs among the entries this time.”

Xaviera: ‘

Your expectations might be misplaced, as I’m not going there to compete.

When they got back to the Lowen Clubhouse, Xaviera went straight to the third floor and pulled up an old email from Libanan University’s official account.

“Miss Lohill, our school is holding a Fashion Designer Selection Contest, and we sincerely invite you to attend as a judge. We hope you will consider our request. Our students highly admire your design works and philosophy. It would be an honor for our students and our school if you could personally attend and give guidance.”

Lohill, a fashion designer who emerged three years ago, won the first prize in an International Fashion Design Competition as soon as she debuted.

Her designs were characterized by their gorgeous, eye-catching style, and the clothes she designed would sell out within three seconds. Countless fashion brands sought to collaborate with her, but Lohill’s whereabouts were elusive, causing much frustration among the brands.

She produced very few design drafts each year and selected collaborators capriciously, making major groups both love and hate her.

Unconsciously scrolling the mouse, Xaviera wondered whether or not to attend. That was the question….