Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Before Mag could even process it, Xaviera tapped her pale fingertips on the coffee table and pouted her full lips, her tone carrying complaint: “So this is Moore Mamet’s kind and gentle fiancée you mentioned? I don’t feel impressed, kinda hypocritical…”

A fire instantly shot up in Mag’s head!

How could this woman talk like this? What did she mean by she wasn’t that great? What did she mean by a bit hypocritical? Who did she think she was?!

Moore furrowed his brows and pulled Mag to his side, reminding her: “Miss, Mag was just trying to help you; you don’t have to appreciate it, but there’s no need to step on her too, right?”

Xaviera looked at him with a half-smile.

“Teaching someone a lesson on my territory, and claiming it’s for their own good?” Caleb Mamet sneered, his eyes cold and dangerous: “I wonder when the two of you earned the right to meddle in my affairs? Moore, have you forgotten the rules of the Mamet family?”

Moore shivered all over, stammering in explanation: “F-Family Head, I didn’t… Mag just meant to give a friendly reminder, knowing you dislike women, so she…

“Dislike women?” Caleb laughed lightly: “Even if I don’t like women, I wouldn’t dislike my own wife, right? A guest who doesn’t know the situation presumes to ask my wife to leave; that’s quite impressive.”

Caleb’s voice was cold, and every word he said struck Moore and Mag hard in the heart: “Butler, show our guests out.”

Moore and Mag were both dumbfounded.

What did he mean by not disliking his own wife? So this woman was actually Caleb’s wife? Mrs. Mamet?! How was that possible?!

He wanted to deny it subconsciously because he hadn’t heard of Caleb getting married, but reason silenced him. The family head held an unrivaled status in the Mamet family, and nobody had the authority to meddle with whatever he wanted, including his marriage.

A woman who could live in Lowen Clubhouse, acknowledged by Caleb, even if she hadn’t married him and received recognition from the rest of the Mamet

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Mag wasn’t as calm as Moore; or perhaps she had already been so spoiled that she was oblivious to her own limits. Her face pale, she retorted: “How is it possible that she’s Mrs. Mamet!”

Xaviera looked up at her: “Why is it impossible?”

“That’s because…”

Mag was about to say that there was no way Caleb would like a woman like her and that he should like someone like her instead. Before she could say it, however, Moore grabbed her hand with great strength, hurting her and stopping her words.

Xaviera clicked her tongue, propping her chin on one hand as she spoke lazily:

“Miss Mag Evans, you’re quite interesting. Caleb already told you that I’m Mrs. Mamet, yet you still insist it’s impossible. I’m really curious how you determined this? Miss Mag Evans, from the moment you entered and tried to remind me to leave as the hostess…so you want my position, don’t you?

Mag trembled all over, cold sweat sliding down her forehead. Each word and sentence Xaviera spoke cut into her very core like a heart reader, exposing all her inner thoughts. This woman was terrifying!

This dark-hearted woman is not suitable for Caleb, only she is the perfect fit to stand by his side!

Fearing Caleb’s wrath, Moore didn’t dare provoke the mysterious woman in front of him, and hastily tried to explain, “Mrs. Mamet, don’t be angry. Mag didn’t mean it like that. She’s kind-hearted and just wanted to help you, afraid that you’d be punished by the family head.”

“Wanting to help me?”

Xaviera laughed as if she’d heard a hilarious joke, wiping away the tears that her laughter had brought to her eyes and raising her voice a little: “Caleb invited you here, giving you a lot of face. Do you remember your place as guests? Also, Miss Mag Evans, your greed was exposed the moment you entered. Aiming for the top, huh? Looking at what’s in the pot while eating from the bowl? Quite impressive.”

Mag’s face changed color continuously. She never thought that this woman could observe so carefully, but what was wrong with her wanting to climb up? People always strive for higher places, and it’s only natural for her to want to kick Moore out after seeing Caleb! So she shouldn’t be showing off too much!

Caleb was annoyed by their constant chatter. He sat down beside Xaviera and draped his arm over the back of the sofa behind her, showing a completely possessive stance. “Why bother with their nonsense? If you don’t like it, have the butler throw them out..”