Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 342: 342: Misfortune Does Not Affect Family Members

Xaviera was almost amused by Mag’s words.

She’s simple and unadorned?

Mag just wanted to show off her success and step on Xaviera; this little trick was too obvious.

She wanted to tell everyone that although they were sisters, they were worlds apart—one noble and outstanding, the other lowly and ordinary.

Before Xaviera could respond, Sean Price interjected, “Miss Mag Evans, no need.”

Mag sneered, thinking that Sean Price also looked down on Xaviera.

She laughed smugly in her heart, but her face showed some difficulty, “Deputy Officer Price, please don’t misunderstand my sister. She’s always been good to me, it’s just a pity..

“I don’t misunderstand.” Sean Price furrowed his brow, sneering, “Miss Mag

Evans, why are you so insistent on inviting Miss Xaviera Evans on stage?” Mag was taken aback, “This…”

“You want her to appear in front of Mr. Caleb Mamet and receive his praise?” Sean Price countered.

Then he smirked, his face full of disdain.

“But I never said that the president came to praise you.”

“Miss Mag Evans is embarrassing enough on her own; why must you involve Miss Xaviera Evans? Are you trying to drag Miss Xaviera Evans down with you to bear the responsibility?”

The audience fell silent for a few seconds, everyone quickly distancing themselves from Mag.

What?

Sean Price said that Mag offended Mr. Caleb Mamet?

Mag’s heart thumped, her pale lips trembling, “Deputy Officer Price, did I hear that right? How could I have offended Mr. Caleb Mamet?”

She widened her eyes dramatically, “Did my sister badmouth me? Yes, we have some misunderstandings, but it has nothing to do with Mr. Caleb Mamet…”

Sean Price coldly interrupted, “Does what Miss Evans has done even need anyone else to speak for her?”

The crowd couldn’t understand; was Mr. Caleb Mamet now meddling in other people’s private affairs? Even if Mag was a mistress, it seemed to have nothing to do with Mr. Caleb Mamet!

Moreover, no matter what, today’s occasion was Mag’s donation ceremony. Putting her on the spot in public seemed a bit excessive, didn’t it?

Moira Besian and Derek Evans, frightened, quickly approached, bowing and scraping, “Deputy Officer Price, there must be a misunderstanding. Our Mag has always been very tactful in dealing with people. How could she… offend Mr.

Caleb Mamet?”

Sean Price sneered, “You two must be Mag’s father and grandmother? It seems you were both involved in this, too?”

The crowd was completely puzzled. What exactly was the matter Deputy Officer Price was referring to?

Derek Evans asked with trepidation, “May I know what mistake Mag made? Please enlighten us, Deputy Officer Price.”

Sean Price was silent for a while, then sneered, “If you two don’t know about this matter, then Miss Evans planned it by herself? Don’t worry, harm will not extend to her family. Our president is always fair. Whoever commits a mistake will bear the responsibility, and this matter won’t affect you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sean Price clapped his hands, and law enforcement officers rushed in.

The crowd gasped, wondering what had happened that Mr. Caleb Mamet had directly called law enforcement officers to the scene?

Mag’s face turned pale, her heart pounding with fear as she retreated a few steps, hiding behind Moore, “Moore, I didn’t offend Mr. Caleb Mamet, believe me…”

Moore’s face darkened. He didn’t believe that Mag, who was such a gentle person, could have offended someone as influential as Mr. Caleb Mamet. There must be a misunderstanding.

Moore took a deep breath and stepped forward, “Deputy Officer Price, I am Moore Mamet of the Mamet family. Mag Evans is my fiancée. There must be a misunderstanding. Could you please tell us what has happened?”

Where Caleb Mamet went, there was to be no live streaming or video recording, but those reporters forgot to turn off the live broadcast, and no one stopped them.

Since Mr. Caleb Mamet did not prevent them, it meant they were allowed to continue the livestream. The reporters heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a law enforcement officer walked up with a serious expression, “Miss Mag Evans, you are suspected of embezzling a large sum of money, with irrefutable evidence. Please cooperate with our investigation.” The whole room went quiet for a few seconds, everyone’s faces puzzled.

What? Mag was embezzling funds? So much that Mr.. Caleb Mamet personally came to question her?