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?”

never shown any anger to her and had always sulked in private. Who were these maids to talk to her so rudely just because

the woman who entered the Evans family’s birth certification would

deep and serene, his gaze falling on Xaviera, “You usually seem so strong

bully you and step on your

Xaviera: “”

Mamet just come back

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a chance

seeing Caleb’s attitude, the maid

fingers, and said, “Take a look and see if there’s anyone you like. If not, let them all go,

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

knew Caleb Mamet was helping her establish her

experienced such a scene before. When she first returned to the Evans family, the servants had looked down on her and made all kinds of nasty comments.

they should be understanding of their occasional mistakes and she should be

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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

like she was tired, her voice weak: “Let’s just let them all go. I don’t like having so

around me.”

looked down at the woman’s head and suddenly patted her on the head with his

he directly called the security

the

Evans, who was leaning her entire weight on him, a bit perplexed. Had the woman really been

to deal with

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