Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

32 Chapter 32: The Biggest and

Most Awesome One

Xaviera Evans followed Gaby Rome to the principal’s

office.

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Gaby poured her a cup of coffee and placed it beside her: “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, Evans? I could’ve picked you up at the front gate.”

“No need, it’s not my first time here.” Xaviera took a sip of coffee, listening to Gaby murmuring: “You’re attending the Clothing Design Competition as Lohill this time, so you want to come out into the open? If Master hears this news, he’d be over the moon.”

Gaby Rome and Xaviera Evans share the same master.

However, Gaby was forced upon the master through his father’s connections, while Xaviera was pursued for a whole year before becoming the last disciple of

her master.

Their social status was clear at a glance.

So, even though Gaby was technically Xaviera’s mentor, he actually respected her as the big sister!

However, Xaviera kept a low profile, with only her mentor Lohill being publicly known. Her master complained more than once about how frustrating it was to have a genius disciple who was too low–key to show off.

Speaking of the master, a hint of warmth flashed through Xaviera’s cold eyes, “How’s the master doing?”

“He’s doing great, eating and living well.”

Gaby dragged a chair next to Xaviera and looked hopeful: “Xaviera, haven’t you confirmed this quarter’s business partner yet? Do you have any ideas?”

Xaviera glanced at him: “Just say it.”

straightened up: “It’s like this, I have a friend, and his company wants to cooperate with you. His company’s design department has sent countless emails

with you over drinks, and

matter to me…”

“Which friend? What’s the company’s

too many emails in her inbox and didn’t have

Corporation, the biggest and coolest

“Cough!”

suffocated. Gaby hurriedly poured her water and patted her back. When

“What do you think? Is

feeling tired, waved her

it later.”

was on the

Mamet that he would get Lohill on

the entrance

of varying heights and body types, all dressed in suits, stood neatly in line, waiting for the

Price got out of the passenger seat, scanned the school

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glasses, and walked towards the backseat of the

Mamet.”

followed by long legs

out of the car, there was a collective gasp for breath in the

area.

and an emotionless expression on his chiseled face, he exuded a

Caleb Mamet,” said the school leaders as they quickly regained their

again: “Evans, are you sure you don’t want to meet

in Libanan. It’s definitely worthwhile for you to

them.”

hand: “The Clothing Design Competition

friend afterwards.”