Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

Chapter 210 - 210: 210: Caleb Mamet’s Friend

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Steve Price looked tense, cautiously asked, “CEO, you and your wife last night…”

Caleb Mamet smiled slightly: “Yes, that dress was given by you.”

Looking at the man’s smile, Steve Price felt goosebumps, trembling in fear, “CEO, I did all this for your own good. Consider my loyalty, please let me off this time…”

“You have good taste; I won’t deduct your salary.” Caleb Mamet raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement.

Steve Price: ‘ .

Not deducting it? It seemed that the CEO was very satisfied with his gift.

Upon hearing this, Steve Price breathed a sigh of relief, his mouth running away, excitedly saying, “CEO, I’m glad you like it, but it’s useless if you like it. Your wife is very dissatisfied with your skills, and it’s a shame about the sleepwear I prepared!”

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

Caleb Mamet’s eyes were filled with danger.

In Mrs. Mamet’s eyes, was he really not good enough despite pulling back at the last minute last night?

sneered coldly, looking at Steve Price lightly, “If you

Steve Price: “?”

words; it wasn’t like he

every time Xaviera Evans saw Caleb Mamet, she couldn’t help but think about

gone all out that day, but Caleb Mamet still couldn’t do

Caleb Mamet, so she worked overtime at school every day and

on a hot pot, wishing he could take Caleb Mamet for treatment

couldn’t come up

entered, “The gift dress the CEO ordered for his wife has arrived, and Miss Woods is

his thigh, “Yes, there’s the gift dress! That’s the

Woods’s designed dresses were luxury items. Just one cost over a hundred thousand, and getting one

was nothing compared to Lohill, but she was still a well-known designer.

parked outside, and the butler went

Woods, please come

generously, “I didn’t call before coming; Caleb wouldn’t be upset, would

must be delighted to have you.”

been a long time. I’ve been

met Mrs.

replied,

Zara Woods saw her, she reached out her hand warmly, “You’re Mrs. Mamet? My name