Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

Chapter 207 - 207: 207: Knowing a Person’s Face But Not Their Heart

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The Mamet Corporation.

Sean Price entered, ‘Mr. Caleb Mamet, Mrs. Evans called me while you were on the phone earlier.”

He paused, handed his cellphone to Caleb Mamet, and said awkwardly, “She said… she received your gift.”

Sean Price was well aware that the gift was sent on behalf of Mr. Caleb Mamet by his brother Steve Price, but he had no idea what it was that had caused Mrs. Evans to suddenly call.

Caleb Mamet hesitated for a moment and took the phone from Sean Price, who then tactfully retreated out of the room.

“Hello.”

Xaviera Evans’s voice trembled slightly, “Did you send those things?”

Caleb Mamet had just ordered the gown and it couldn’t have been delivered so quickly, so it couldn’t be the gown.

He thought about it for a moment and suddenly remembered that a clothing brand had been talking to the Mamet Group about business. They had sent a tew new women’s garments, all custom-made according to xavlera Evans’s measurements. It must be those clothes.

Caleb Mamet said casually, “They were sent by a clothing brand, made to your measurements. They’re probably not as good as your own designs, but you’ll have to put up with them.”

Xaviera Evans: ‘I…” I don’t design this kind of seductive sleepwear!

She turned her head to look at the gauzy garments on the bed and sighed, “Let me ask again, are you sure you sent them?”

curved a corner of his lips,

The shameless man!

kind of clothes are these? These are clearly just a few pieces of gauze. It’s

said about not hiding the good deeds and letting his wife

design a few of the pieces

Xaviera Evans was dumbfounded.

Mamet could be so open, even helping to design such

Mamet’s cold face as he discussed the details of the clothes with the designers,

a deep breath and forced herself to

really want me to

I’ll be going on a business trip in a few days, and you’ll come along. We can take a break and treat it as a vacation,

Evans’s a well-known designer, so she can check the quality and discuss the design details, as well as select some clothes she

Xaviera Evans: !”

man! He wants her

brazen! Dare to play such games outside? He might have done this with other

Evans was burning with anger and roared,

hung up

and perplexed holding the

After all, Xaviera Evans is a renowned designer, and her standards

Lowen Clubhouse.

The clothes had long been put away, but the images lingered in

has finally revealed his true