Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

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“However, the fact is that your thoughts are wrong, after all, the person standing here is me.”

Xaviera Evans raised her hand and pointed at herself: “Take a good look, this face, is your real hostess, the one who can decide whether or not you can work here.”

The maid laughed: “Decide if we can work here? You really think highly of yourself? We’ve been working here for two or three years, and you think you can just kick us out with a word? What a joke!”

“A joke?”

A deep and indifferent male voice sounded at the door.

Caleb Mamet didn’t expect to witness such a scene when he turned back. His cold gaze swept across everyone present.

The maids shuddered, and the one who had just spoken turned pale, her legs trembling as she stammered an explanation; “Mr., Mr. Mamet, it’s not

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what you heard… I was just angry at the moment…”

“Angry at the moment?”

Caleb Mamet repeated the maid’s words unhurriedly: “So you can say that my wife has no right to kick you out just because you were angry? You can point fingers at the hostess of this villa? Who gave you the guts? Huh?”

and had always sulked in private. Who were these maids to

Evans family’s

Mamet’s eyes became even more deep and serene, his gaze falling on Xaviera, “You usually seem so strong against me, why are

to bully you and step on

Xaviera: “”

come back before

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a chance to say

maid immediately panicked:

fingers, and said, “Take a look and see if there’s anyone you like. If not, let them all go, and we’ll replace them with a new batch that

maids a glance, just lowering his eyes to look gently at Xaviera, as he placed

Caleb Mamet was

looked down on her and made all kinds of nasty comments. How

the Evans family for a long time, and they should be understanding of their occasional mistakes and she should be magnanimous

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level of the servants.

veins in his palm and fingers clearly defined, and the fingertips carrying traces of calluses, gently

forehead on Caleb Mamet’s arm like she was tired, her voice

around me.”

Mamet looked down at the woman’s head and suddenly patted her

he directly called the

the

Xaviera Evans, who was leaning her entire weight on him, a bit perplexed. Had the woman really been hit that hard? Why

how to deal with the surging emotions in her

Twenty.