Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Hearing Derek Evans’s words, Mag Evans’s chest heaved as tears flooded down her cheeks, ruining her carefully applied makeup.

Only then did Albert Sullivan laugh: “Mr. Evans is indeed wise, not being bewitched by the mistress and her illegitimate daughter. Our cooperation can continue as expected. I happen to be going to the Coriell family, I can give Miss Evans a ride. I like playing with people of proper status, as for Miss Mag

Evans…”

He paused, and continued: “As Mr. Evans just said, these two cars belong to Xaviera, meaning that Mag has no car… Since she has no car, she can walk to the Coriell family’s house. It’s not too far from here, right, Mr. Evans?

Derek Evans could not fail to hear the threat in Albert Sullivan’s words. Since he had decided to appease Mr. Sullivan, he could only temporarily inconvenience Mag. He nodded reluctantly, “Mr. Sullivan’s words make a lot of sense, Mag, you’ll have to walk to the Coriell family.”

“Dad!” Mag Evans called Oilt in disbelief-

Albert Sullivan paid the family no attention and directly extended his hand to Xaviera with a welcoming gesture, “Miss Evans, after you.”

Xaviera Evans, with a smile on her face, said goodbye to her sister and others: “Sorry, Little sister, you’ll have to walk to the Coriell family. It breaks my heart to think of you walking there, but dad has spoken, and I can’t plead your case. I hope you’ll have better luck in your next life – I told you being the illegitimate daughter isn’t easy.”

The car drew away, and Mag, unable to control herself, fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

Derek Evans, heartbroken, comforted her “Mag, you have to be strong. Dad is just trying to act for the greater good. A temporary inconvenience will do you no harm. Once Mr. Sullivan’s funds are in place, we can kick Xaviera out of the house and avenge you. Then all of the Evans family, including Miss Evans’ position, will be yours. The car, too, will be yours. Don’t cry now.”

On the way to the Coriell family, Albert Sullivan’s car was suddenly stopped. He frowned, “Who’s brave enough to stop my car, wanting to risk his life?”

At this point, Xaviera, who was texting on her phone in the passenger seat, looked up as if she had felt something. Her face went rigid.

Caleb Mamet, wearing a black windbreaker, was leaning against the railing not far away. He lazily waved at her, “Mrs. Mamet, what a coincidence.”

Xaviera almost suffocated.

Caleb Mamet adjusted his cuffs, then took a pair of gloves out of his pocket and put them on leisurely. He bent down and knocked on the passenger window, “Mrs. Mamet, you are very whimsical. You said you’d go to the Coriell family with me but ended up getting on another man’s car halfway through?”

Albert Sullivan recognized who this was at first sight. His expression shifted from surprise to doubt, then shock before calming down. He patted Xaviera’s shoulder, “Xaviera, is this gentleman your betrothed?”

Xaviera: ‘

Caleb Mamet glanced at his hand on Xaviera’s shoulder and greeted him casually, “Mr. Sullivan.”

Perhaps it was because similar people attract each other. Albert Sullivan’s first impression of Caleb Mamet was positive. Most importantly, Xaviera had chosen this man herself, and he liked whoever Xaviera liked.

Albert Sullivan showed a rather friendly smile, “Mr. Mamet,” Then he turned his head to Xaviera and said, “Xaviera, you have good taste. This Mr. Mamet is much better than your fiancé who disappears and reappears like a ghost.”

The smile on Caleb’s face got bigger.

Yes, it’s very pleasing to be referred to as a dead fiancé.

Albert Sullivan didn’t understand why Caleb was hostile towards him, even though he had already expressed friendly intentions. After considering for a while, he thought Caleb might be jealous of his relationship with Xaviera. But it’s not his fault for knowing her first. It’s fate.

Even so, he didn’t show any sense of superiority in front of Caleb. Instead, he tactfully suggested, “Xaviera, you should go with Mr. Mamet. I don’t have an invitation letter. I will come over at the critical moment.”

Caleb Mamet sneered and directly pulled the car door open, dragging Xaviera away from the car.

Albert Sullivan:

Now he could confirm that Caleb Mamet was greatly hostile to him. But why?! Just because of his good relationship with Xaviera?! This man is seriously jealous?!

Xaviera followed Caleb into the car, feeling a little uneasy.

Caleb Mamet’s fingers laid idle on the steering wheel, not yet starting the car. Xaviera sat quietly in the co-pilot seat without hurrying him. Until Caleb couldn’t help looking at her: “Is Mrs. Mamet very close to Mr. Sullivan?” Xaviera: “….” Was this what they call settling accounts after autumn?