Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

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Waist

“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?”

many times, but he had never shown any anger to her and had always

hostess he had appointed, the woman who entered the Evans family’s birth certification

gaze falling on Xaviera, “You usually seem so strong against

you and step on your

Xaviera: “”

just come back before

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chance to

the maid immediately panicked: “Mr. Mamet,

with his distinct jointed fingers, and said, “Take a look and see if there’s anyone you like. If not, let them

beginning to end, he didn’t even give the maids a glance, just lowering his eyes to look gently at Xaviera,

knew Caleb Mamet was

the servants had looked down on her and made all kinds of nasty comments. How had her father and Rose Campbell

in the Evans family for a long time, and they should be understanding of their occasional mistakes and she should be magnanimous and not lower

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level of the servants.

looked at her hand that Caleb Mamet was holding onto, the veins in his palm and fingers clearly defined, and the fingertips carrying traces of calluses, gently rubbing

her forehead on Caleb Mamet’s arm like she was tired, her voice weak: “Let’s just

around me.”

looked down at the woman’s head and suddenly patted

he directly called the security

the

entire weight on him, a bit perplexed. Had the woman really been hit that hard? Why did she change so

Xaviera just didn’t know how to deal

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