Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

“Delusional? Me?”

Xaviera Evans didn’t expect to hear a drama unfold right after she returned backstage. She crossed her arms and looked at the girl who had just spoken, with a half-smile on her face.

The girl’s expression froze, seemingly remembering the events that had occurred backstage that morning. She silently retreated a step and hid herself within the crowd, not daring to make a sound.

Mag Evans squeezed through the crowd and worriedly took her sister’s hand. “Sis, where did you go? Some people said you didn’t join the competition… Sis, can you hurry up and tell everyone that you did? You love designing so much…”

“I didn’t participate in this competition.” Xaviera pulled her hand back.

Mag’s expression froze, “Sis, you…”

She sounded a mix of indignation and sadness, “Why, Sister, why…” Why?

Xaviera raised an eyebrow. It was, of course, because she was a judge.

“Relax, you’ll find out why in a moment.”

Xaviera gazed deeply into Mag’s eyes.

That look made Mag feel an uneasy dread spread in her heart.

At this moment, the presenter cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet. We are now announcing the winner of the Libanan University Clothing Design Competition! As we all know, this competition is the most prestigious in our school’s history. We not only have the president of the Mamet Corporation, Caleb Mamet, as a guest but also the mysterious Miss Lohill!”

As the presenter spoke, the lighting technician adjusted the light beams to focus on the judges’ seats.

Caleb Mamet’s handsome face appeared on the big screen.

“Damn, he’s so handsome!”

“The CEO of the Mamet Corporation is so young! If I’d known, I would have signed up for the competition!”

“Bullshit, don’t think I don’t know you. You’re from the business department next door!”

“But where is Miss Lohill? Didn’t the presenter say she was here, too?”

Compared to Caleb Mamet, who occasionally appeared in financial newspapers, the students were more interested in the mysterious Miss Lohill.

However…

The seat meant for Miss Lohill was empty at the moment.

The principal kept giving Gaby Rome signals, asking where the person was.

Gaby Rome was anxious too as he had been trying to call Xaviera the whole time, but no one was answering!

In a corner of the hall, Xaviera emotionlessly hung up the call. She waited until the spotlight moved away from the judges’ seats before slowly walking towards the front.

The presenter’s reaction was quite good, he covered the awkwardness smoothly and then announced the winner of the competition solemnly.

The contestants backstage, feeling disappointed that they couldn’t see Miss Lohill, quickly adjusted their emotions and excitedly waited for the presenter to finish his announcement.

“Hurry, hurry, where’s Mag Evans? Get ready to go up and accept the award!” Some contestants called out Mag’s name.

In their enthusiasm, Mag was pushed to the front from the back. She spoke modestly, but her triumphant expression was barely concealed as it flashed through her eyes.

She straightened her skirt, preparing for her final appearance.

“Students, now I announce, the winner of this competition is…Xav—”

As the word “Xav” left his mouth, there was cheering backstage, and the smile at the corner of Mag’s mouth could not be concealed.

She basked in the envious and jealous looks from everyone, enjoying the adulation, as Moore Mamet appeared before her with a bouquet of roses. He smiled at her and said, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Mag tiptoed and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Moore Mamet put his arm around her shoulders, waiting for the presenter to call Mag’s name at last.

“Mag Evans!”

“Now I announce, Mag Evans is the winner! Let us welcome her on stage with warm applause!”

Amidst the enthusiastic applause, Mag floated to the stage in her white dress, looking like a celestial being.

Meanwhile, Xaviera finally found a seat in the front row.

Sensing movement beside him, Caleb Mamet casually glanced over and met Xaviera’s soft shushing gesture.

Caleb Mamet’s eyes lingered for a moment.

Steve Price caught the movement from the corner of his eye and looked over in surprise, exclaiming, “Wife?! How did you end up here?!”

Fortunately, everyone was looking at the stage, so no one noticed the commotion here. Steve Price quickly bent over, gesturing Xaviera to come over. “Wife, come over and sit with me. Your seat is taken.”

The school had arranged seats for Miss Lohill and the Mamet Group together, Imowing the Mamet Corporation was interested in collaborating with Miss Lohill.

Xaviera shook her head, “No need, I’m fine here.”

Steve Price:

Inside, he screamed. He wasn’t being polite – he wanted her to hurry up and leave that spot!

By now, Mag on stage had started her acceptance speech.

Ignoring the flustered Steve Price, in the midst of silence, Xaviera lazily raised her hand. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I must object to the first-place winner of this competition..”