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?”

her and had always sulked

Evans family’s birth certification would be

gaze falling on Xaviera, “You usually seem so strong against me, why are you backing down

the maids to bully you

Xaviera: “”

just come back

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a chance to say

Caleb’s attitude, the maid immediately panicked: “Mr. Mamet,

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 you

just lowering his eyes to look gently at Xaviera, as he placed their

Mamet was helping her establish her

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

for a long time, and they should be understanding of their occasional mistakes and she should be magnanimous and not lower herself

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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

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

around me.”

at the woman’s head and suddenly patted

saying this, he directly

all the

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

how to deal with the surging emotions in

Twenty.