Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Caleb: “Butler! Are you deaf? Can’t you hear what I’m saying?!”

The butler quickly came to his senses: “Mr. Coriell, Mrs. Coriell, and Miss Coriell, please follow me this way.”

The three remained motionless.

The butler maintained his composure and bowed slightly: “Mr. Coriell, you should know our young master’s temper. He ordered us to throw you out, and we dare not disobey. I’m afraid that in the end, it will be your own faces that get tarnished. ”

If Boris Coriell and his family didn’t listen, the butler wouldn’t mind resorting to some other means.

Boris’s face grew uglier as the situation became difficult to handle. Not only had he failed to attain his goal this time, but he had also provoked Caleb. It was a complete loss!

He left in disgrace with Vita and Mrs. Coriell.

From a distance, Vita’s protesting voice could be heard: “I won’t go! Why should I? You clearly said I could marry Caleb, so why can’t I now? Liar, a big liar!”

“Shut up! ” Boris furiously scolded, “If you hadn’t tried to test Caleb by running away from the marriage, would Xaviera Evans be so bold? It’s all because you’re stupid! ”

Had Vita not created trouble and obediently appeared on the day of the marriage registration, none of this would have happened. Vita would have become Caleb’s wife, the mistress of the Mamet family, and the Coriell family’s status would have risen. But now, Vita had destroyed all that!

Boris whispered in Vita’s ear, “The Mamet family won’t accept Xaviera as their mistress, my dear. There’s still a chance for you. As long as Xaviera disappears or something else happens, the position of Mrs. Mamet will naturally fall to you.”

Vita’s tearful expression paused as she looked at Mrs. Coriell, who nodded: “Vita, your father is right. There’s still a chance.”

Xaviera was just a bumpkin from the countryside. Killing her might be difficult, but ruining her would be effortless.

Vita’s eyes flashed, and she lowered her head: “Okay, I’ll listen to my father.”

Xaviera, be prepared for revenge since you dared to steal my man!

In the villa.

Caleb waved his hand, and all the servants began to work, opening windows and moving furniture.

Xaviera looked confused as the sofa she just sat on was skillfully carried away by the servants: ‘What’s going on?”

Caleb didn’t answer and hurried to the third floor.

The butler explained, “Madam, our young master has a cleanliness obsession. The Coriell family used these sofas, cups, and whatnot, so we must dispose of them. The entire living room also needs to be disinfected.”

Xaviera: ‘

What a waste!

Although it was satisfying to drive the Coriell family away, the discarded sofas, cups, utensils, and even the carpet on the stairs were all top-tier items with sky-high prices. Compared to letting the Coriells leave so easily, Xaviera couldn’t help but feel unwilling. Next time she encountered them, she must settle this score!

After composing herself, Xaviera prepared to go upstairs to rest when she received a message from her father, Derek Evans.

[Miss Black Tide, the procedures for the share transfer are in progress. Since

there are many issues involved, it’ll take some time to complete. If you have the time, can you help us handle Xaviera’s problems first? She’s becoming increasingly outrageous, and Mag can’t eat or sleep well. It breaks my heart to see it.]

Xaviera realized she still had a business deal to finalize.

She had to admit, Derek’s timing was perfect. Just as she was regretting the waste of money on sofas and utensils, someone was ready to send her more cash.

With a proud smile, she replied cryptically, “It depends on Mr. Evans’ sincerity. ”

Meanwhile, at the Evans residence.

The news of Mag falsely claiming to be Lohill’s disciple and being slapped in the face by Lohill himself had spread like wildfire. The very same people who once envied her now looked down on her. Mag hadn’t been to school for a long while because she couldn’t stand the disdainful gazes from her classmates, nor could she bear hearing how great Xaviera was!

“Derek, what does Xaviera want? Why didn’t she tell us about Lohill? Did she deliberately make Mag a laughingstock? Has she been waiting for this day all along? For Mag to lose face!” Rose Campbell maliciously speculated.

Moore Mamet, standing beside Mag, frowned and asked, “Mag, has Xaviera ever mentioned Lohill to you before?”

Mag tearfully shook her head, “No, Moore, my sister never mentioned that she’s Lohill’s disciple, let alone… I always thought she didn’t know fashion design and planned to take care of her at school. Who would have thought…?”

One offered gentle care, the other deliberately concealed the truth. With Mag’s words, Derek and Moore Mamet’s impressions of Xaviera worsened..