Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

50 Chapter 50: Throw it All Away

Caleb: “Butler! Are you deaf? Can’t you hear what I’m saying?!”

The butler quickly came to his senses: “Mr. Coriell, Mrs. Coriell, and Miss Coriell, please follow me this way.”

The three remained motionless.

The butler maintained his composure and bowed slightly: “Mr. Coriell, you should know our young master’s temper. He ordered us to throw you out, and we dare not disobey. I’m afraid that in the end, it will be your own faces that get tarnished.”

If Boris Coriell and his family didn’t listen, the butler wouldn’t mind resorting to some other means.

Boris’s face grew uglier as the situation became difficult to handle. Not only had he failed to attain his goal this time, but he had also provoked Caleb. It was a complete loss!

He left in disgrace with Vita and Mrs. Coriell.

From a distance, Vita’s protesting voice could be

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heard: “I won’t go! Why should I? You clearly said I could marry Caleb, so why can’t I now? Liar, a big liar!”

“Shut up!” Boris furiously scolded, “If you hadn’t tried to test Caleb by running away from the marriage, would Xaviera Evans be so bold? It’s all because you’re st* pid!”

Had Vita not created trouble and obediently appeared on the day of the marriage registration, none of this would have happened. Vita would have become Caleb’s wife, the mistress of the Mamet family, and the Coriell family’s status would have risen. But now, Vita had destroyed all that!

chance for you. As long as Xaviera disappears or something else happens, the position of

at Mrs. Coriell, who nodded:

still a chance.”

was just a bumpkin from the countryside. Killing her might be difficult, but ruining

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effortless.

lowered her head: “Okay, I’ll listen to

for revenge since you

In the villa.

waved his hand, and all the servants began to work, opening

sofa she just sat on was skillfully carried away by the

answer and hurried to the third

master has a cleanliness obsession. The Coriell family used these sofas, cups, and whatnot, so we must dispose of them. The entire living room also needs to be

Xaviera: “…”

What a waste!

to drive the

discarded sofas, cups, utensils, and even the carpet on the stairs were all top–tier

prices. Compared to letting the Coriells leave so easily, Xaviera couldn’t help but feel unwilling. Next time she

Xaviera prepared to

a message from her father,

the time, can you help us handle Xaviera’s problems first? She’s becoming increasingly outrageous, and Mag can’t eat or sleep well. It breaks my heart to see

she still had a business

finalize.

the waste of