Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 222 - 222: 222: I’ve Beaten Caleb Mamet

“Stop arguing!”

Who would have thought Moore’s father would suddenly explode in anger, angrily scolding his wife: “Who are you calling a bastard? Watch your mouth or you’ll lose your tongue!”

His mother’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes full of fear. Seeing her husband livid, she quickly ducked behind his back.

At this point, Moore’s father hurried forward, his face fawning.

“Mr. Yigol Mamet, my wife didn’t recognize the true worth and spoke nonsense. You mustn’t take it seriously…”

Moore’s father’s humbleness left everyone speechless!

Moore’s mother still wasn’t convinced and muttered: “Who is this person, really? Is he worth being so afraid of? I think he’s just a playboy!”

“You still dare to speak?” Moore’s father glared angrily.

Yigol Mamet had a Droud look on his face. the air of nobilitv radiating from him. He sneered.

“Yorke Mamet, what kind of people do you have in your family? It’s one thing not to recognize me, but to call someone a wild man? Don’t I deserve any face?” Moore’s father broke into a cold sweat.

Yigol laughed coldly: “I remember your family has a cooperation with the

Mamet family, right?”

Moore’s father’s heart skipped a beat: “Mr. Yigol Mamet, yes, yes, it’s true.”

“Since that’s the case, I officially announce the termination of our cooperation. Your wife and son dared to insult me? If I don’t make your family pay a price, then I’m not a Mamet!”

“Furthermore, if my brother finds out how you insulted me, your fate will be even worse!”

Yorke Mamet’s body went limp, almost collapsing on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

His family’s company went to great lengths to cooperate with the Mamet family, only for it to be ruined overnight.

Yorke Mamet quickly begged: “Mr. Yigol Mamet, the contract has already been signed, and the project is underway. If you suddenly withdraw your investment, it will also impact your company. Please spare us just this once!”

Yigol snorted coldly, “The Mamet family isn’t short of this money. To us, it’s just a drop in the ocean.”

Yorke Mamet trembled weakly, standing helplessly. He then turned to look at Xaviera Evans.

“Xaviera, the truth is that your uncle has always had high hopes for you. My son has wronged you, and I have scolded him. I won’t let him bother you again, and our family won’t make things difficult for you. Please persuade Mr. Yigol Mamet. Xaviera, your uncle has never mistreated you, has he?”

Xaviera Evans’ expression was strange.

The company’s money is Caleb’s money. She didn’t want Caleb to suffer any losses, so…

But who knew Moore’s mother would suddenly scream: “Yorke! What are you saying? Why are you begging that bitch? It’s this temptress who seduced men into hitting Moore, and you’re still groveling! Anyone who’s with Xaviera Evans can’t be any good. You must be muddle-headed to be afraid of him!” Yorke Mamet’s lips went white!

Xaviera Evans took back her original thought, smiling coldly: “Uncle, it’s not that I don’t want to give you some face. Your wife keeps calling me names like ‘little Bitch.’ How can I help? I think I better go first.”

Yorke Mamet trembled with anger, glaring at his wife.

“Yorke! That brat also hit Moore! Can you swallow this anger? You still have to hurry up and…”

Yigol Mamet turned around and looked at his mother, who was in a frenzy, and said arrogantly: “What’s wrong with me hitting your son? I have hit Caleb before; can’t I hit your son?”

He had held back with that punch just now, mainly because he felt that if he hit too hard, his own hand would hurt.

Yorke Mamet was terrified, his face pale, and his legs giving way as he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.

“You crazy woman! It was Moore who cheated on Mag Evans, Xaviera Evans did nothing wrong, from now on when you see her, stay away from her!”

“Do you know who that man just now was? That was Yigol Mamet, the youngest son of the Mamet family, Caleb’s younger brother!”

“You keep praising Mag Evans, but if it wasn’t for her stirring up trouble, would we have offended Yigol Mamet? The mother is a mistress, and the daughter is no good either, a disgrace to the family!”

Mag Evans’ face turned green, full of grievance: “Uncle…”

Before she could finish speaking, the manager of Fragrant House came over, “I’m sorry, but the customers of Fragrant House are all respected and need a quiet dining environment. Please leave as soon as possible..”