Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera laughed awkwardly, “Heh… heh, Caleb, this…”

“Mrs. Mamet.” Caleb Mamet smiled insinuatingly, “I know everything about you, I just never spoke up.”

Xaviera: “…”

That damn man knew too much.

The man looked at her stupefied expression and smiled faintly before carrying her into the Restroom of the racetrack.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Slap!

Boyd Drew slapped Zara Woods hard in the face, leaving a red handprint on her smooth cheek.

“Zara Woods, I lost 5% of the Drew family’s shares because of you! How do you account for that!”

Zara Woods endured the pain, suppressing her anger and unwillingness, and forcibly squeezed out a smile, “Mr. Drew, we have a cooperative relationship, you want Xaviera, I want Caleb. That 5% of shares went to the woman you love, so it’s not a loss to you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Boyd Drew violently grabbed her chin.

Zara Woods frowned in pain, “Boyd Drew…”p>

“Miss Woods, since you know Xaviera belongs to me, who gave you the courage to poison her? Are you tired of living?”

Hearing those words, Zara couldn’t help but shudder.

Boyd Drew’s lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile, his hands sliding from her chin down to her smooth neck, “Didn’t I warn you not to harm Xaviera? Did you take my words as a joke, Miss Woods?”

“Let go…” Zara felt a sour pain in her neck as the feeling of suffocation followed, terror filled her eyes, “I didn’t… I didn’t hurt her, you have the antidote, she won’t die, just save her… that’s all.”

Slap!

Boyd Drew slapped her again.

“Zara Woods, have you ever heard of a saying: an ugly person committing many evil deeds? If you dare to lay a finger on Xaviera again, don’t blame me for being rude to you!”

Zara looked at him resentfully, but she didn’t dare to challenge Boyd Drew.

But she was not convinced. Why should Boyd Drew insult her like this? Where was she worse than Xaviera?

Yes, she was jealous of Xaviera. She couldn’t stand it. Xaviera was just a country girl, while she was the daughter of the Woods family and Caleb’s childhood friend. So why, after marrying Caleb, were his heart and eyes filled with her?

Boyd Drew had the audacity to criticize her when he was jealous of Caleb himself. After all, Caleb was in charge of the Mamet family and was a well-known businessman in Libanan. Not to mention, his wealth, power, and status, as well as looks and reputation, eclipsed Boyd Drew a hundred times over.

Even his beloved Xaviera had married Caleb, but he still jealously regarded Caleb while looking down on her jealousy toward Xaviera. What kind of logic was that?

Not allowing her to deal with Xaviera? Unfortunately, it was too late.

Zara Woods lowered her head, a sinister smile forming on her lips. Even if she couldn’t poison Xaviera to death this time, she had hired a top assassin to kill Xaviera. Xaviera was as good as dead.

…

Lowen Clubhouse.

As soon as Xaviera returned home, she received a phone call.

Looking at the number, she hesitated for a moment before gesturing to Caleb behind her, “Caleb, I… I’ll go upstairs first!”

Caleb glanced at her and nodded indifferently.

Xaviera hurried back to her room and closed the door, swiftly answering the call and whispering, “Didn’t I say not to call me unless it’s urgent? Are you trying to get me killed?”

The caller froze for a moment, then said cautiously, “Miss Evans, we just received an order. Someone is offering 20 million dollars to have someone killed.”

Xaviera frowned unhappily, “Our Lingo Pavilion used to be an assassin organization, but that kind of business isn’t sustainable. I’ve said it before, we’re not taking such orders anymore. Why do you insist on making blood money?”

“No… no, Miss Evans, that… that’s not it,” the caller stumbled with their words.

Xaviera warned, “I’m telling you, don’t accept it in the future to avoid trouble.”

“Miss Evans, what I wanted to say is… they want to kill you!”

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell.

The person on the other end of the phone thought Xaviera was angry, but Xaviera leisurely responded, “My life… is worth 20 million dollars?”