Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

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The bodyguards immediately released their grip on Mag Evans.

Mag slumped to the ground, her face numb, and she pleaded unclearly, “Sister, I didn’t want to kill you, I really didn’t…”

Xaviera glanced at the bodyguards.

The leading bodyguard squatted down in front of her

with a cold smile: “Our Miss Xaviera said that this

600,000–dollar check is also for Miss Mag Evans. After all, Miss Mag, you once said that our Miss Xaviera’s life is only worth 600,000 dollars. Of course, perhaps in your heart, our Miss Xaviera’s life is not even worth

600,000.”

“Logically speaking, our Miss Xaviera is a legitimate Miss Evans. If a person with such an identity is only worth 600,000 dollars, you, an illegitimate daughter brought in by a mistress, probably aren’t even worth that much.”

At this moment, Caleb Mamet was laughing meaningfully outside the staircase.

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“Miss Xaviera? How interesting.”

calling her Miss Xaviera…

inside the staircase had no idea that their every move was being watched by Caleb Mamet. At this moment, the leading bodyguard was still squatting in front of Mag Evans, handing her a mocking check: “Miss Mag Evans, you should keep this 600,000 dollars carefully. If one day

Mag’s face turned pale.

dared

never takes it personally and generously forgives

tone cold: “You said that I tried to put Mag to death multiple times, which time are you referring

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but you were unfamiliar with the car and almost lost your life. In the end, someone found you, and it was Mag who pleaded for you.

looked at him like an

drove into her and had people surround her. In the end, with no other choice, she chose to jump off the cliff to escape. She was unconscious for two

when

It was the cries of Mag and the accusations

on Xaviera, making

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their fingers at her and cursed her for not

kill Mag back then, you still

words were suddenly cut

temple, and Mag and Lily Ross screamed in horror. The head bodyguard said indifferently, “Mr. Mamet, please

You’re warning me, but is it necessary to

goosebumps to appear on the surrounding skin. Cold sweat slid down Moore Mamet’s forehead, and he knew that the gun in the bodyguard’s hand was real, not a toy nor anything else. He tried to

you shoot

maybe you don’t

a thousand ways to kill