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?”

so many times, but he had never shown any anger to her and had always sulked in private. Who were these maids to talk

appointed, the woman who entered the Evans family’s birth certification would be bullied by

on Xaviera, “You usually seem so strong against me, why

maids to bully you and step on

Xaviera: “”

Mamet just come back before

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a chance to

attitude, the maid immediately

see if there’s anyone you

he didn’t even give the maids a glance, just lowering his eyes

was helping

first returned to the Evans family, the servants had looked down on her and made all kinds of nasty comments. How had her father and Rose Campbell dealt with it

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.

lowered her head and looked at her hand that Caleb Mamet was holding onto, the veins in his palm and fingers

leaning her forehead on Caleb Mamet’s arm like she was tired, her voice weak: “Let’s just let them all go. I don’t like having so many

around me.”

woman’s head and suddenly patted her on

this, he directly

the maids

who was leaning her entire weight on him, a bit perplexed. Had

didn’t know how to deal

Twenty.