Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera Evans raised an eyebrow, “I think you’re right.”

Vita Coriell’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know what game Xaviera was playing.

Naomi Whitman paused, thinking Xaviera must be crazy. “Call the police? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how long you’d be imprisoned for destroying someone else’s property worth eight hundred million dollars? Vita showed kindness by sparing you, and now you’re begging for your own demise? Fine, you want to call the cops? I’ll indulge you!”

“Naomi!” Vita instinctively tried to stop her. No, they couldn’t call the police. She forcefully put the knife in Xaviera’s hand. If they called the cops and the truth was revealed, she would be done for.

Once she had spoken, Vita realized she sounded too excited, which may raise suspicion. She tried to calm down and gently said, “Xaviera, we’re saying this for your own good. If you call the police, you will bear this guilt for the rest of your life. Don’t let a moment’s impulse ruin your whole life.”

“No worries. My life isn’t worth much compared to your eight hundred million dollar dress.” Xaviera was nonchalant: “I think it might be better to call the cops. After all, I intentionally ruined your eight hundred million-dollar dress. I will feel guilty if I don’t report it to the police.”

Vita grinded her teeth. “No need, really no need.”

Xaviera suddenly chuckled, “Miss Coriell seems to be preventing me from calling the police, why? Reporting to the police should be advantageous for you, shouldn’t it? The criminal who damaged your dress would be punished. But, why wouldn’t you? Surely our relationship isn’t so good that you’d rather give up your eight hundred million-dollar dress to save me possible jail time?”

“Or… are you afraid the police might discover something?”

Vita’s face froze for a moment.

The crowd started to wonder. Why not call the police? Initially, they thought Vita was a kind-hearted person who wanted to spare Xaviera. But now Vita was still trying to prevent it even when Xaviera herself agreed.

Naomi didn’t like where this was going with Xaviera so she retorted. ‘Vita, what are you afraid of? This bitch is digging her own grave. She wants to call the police, right? Let’s do it and let her go to jail!”

Vita felt her teeth chattering, “No, not necessary…”

“If Miss Coriell doesn’t want to call the police, then I will do it myself.” Xaviera took out her phone and casually pressed a few buttons, “Hello, is this the police station? I have destroyed an eight hundred million dollar dress belonging to the Coriell family. Please come…”

“No, you can’t!”

Vita’s reaction was faster than her thoughts. She lunged forward to snatch Xaviera’s phone out of her hand, only to realize that the phone was locked. Xaviera hadn’t actually dialed the police!

Sweat broke out on Vita. She realized she had overreacted and potentially aroused suspicion. Sure enough, the people around her were giving her strange looks; some were even whispering to each other.

“Why is Miss Coriell so reluctant to call the police? That’s odd. She is clearly the victim here. What is she afraid of?”

“Moreover, the dress ruined was ‘Fleeting Time’, which Miss Coriell cherishes most. With the dress ruined, one would think she’s the one most eager to punish the culprit.”

“Have you all noticed? It seems like Miss Coriell isn’t unwilling to call the police, but rather, she seems terrified… Every time Xaviera mentions calling the police, she trembles as if she’s afraid of something.”

“No, not at all.” Vita mumbled, refuting the crowd’s chatter.

“Let me guess why Miss Coriell is too scared to call the police…” Xaviera tilted

her head, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Vita’s nervous expression. “Because… it was you, Miss Coriell, who slashed the dress.”

The banquet hall fell into silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Were their ears deceiving them? Did Xaviera just say… the dress was slashed by Miss Coriell? Impossible!

Naomi was the first to rebut: “Impossible! Xaviera, are you crazy? The Coriells poured a fortune into ‘Fleeting Time’ just to frame you by destroying it? Do you really believe you’re worth it?”

“Anyone with a brain would know, between a bumpkin from the countryside like Miss Evans and an elitist like Miss Coriell, Vita has a hundred ways to bring you down if she wanted to. She wouldn’t have to destroy their high-price-tagged dress to frame you!”

“Xaviera, if you want to shift the blame to Vita, you need a better excuse. Oh, wait. You probably can’t think of a reasonable excuse with your brain capacity, haha.”

Naomi had a wild laugh: “Furthermore, as a country bumpkin, you probably don’t know that the Mifo Hotel has surveillance cameras everywhere. Just ask someone to check and they’ll find out it was you who tried to frame Vita.. Just wait, I will get someone to check the surveillance footage now!”