“No!” Xavier countered without even thinking about it. “You’re my woman, so how could I sit idly by when it’s something to do with you? Louis, help me set up an appointment with Nate.”

“No, it’s okay!” Louis had already responded in the affirmative, but Winnie lifted a hand and stopped him from putting it into action.

“Uh… Mr. Xavier, Mrs. Fairchild…” Louis alternated his gaze between his employer and the latter’s wife, feeling very much conflicted.

Seeing that, Winnie instructed straight away, “Do as I said.”

“Hmm?” Xavier gave her a meaningful look, sensing that his status as the CEO was under threat.

Winnie stared back at him. “Do you have a problem with that? We’re now discussing my matters. I can keep my nose out of the affairs of Fairchild Corporation, but I want to be the master of my own affairs.”

For a moment, Xavier was left without a rebuttal.

He pondered for a while before asserting, “But you’re my woman.”

“So what? You’re also my man,” Winnie riposted.

Frowning, Xavier uttered the most misogynistic remark—”When someone picks on my woman, she doesn’t need to retaliate personally. As my woman, the only thing she needs to do is to keep herself young and beautiful, serving me when I have need of her—”

Good Lord! What nonsense is he spouting? Winnie clapped her hand over his mouth.

Don’t tell me, he wanted to say that his woman only needed to serve him well in bed!

“Shut up. Let me repeat it—I’ll handle this matter myself. You’re not allowed to interfere before I request that you lend me a hand, or else!” Winnie hissed through gritted teeth.

“Or else what?” Tugging off the hand covering his mouth, Xavier dipped his head and leaned close to her with a devilish chuckle. In a deep voice, he whispered teasingly into her ear, “Hmm, Dumbo?”

At once, embarrassment inundated Winnie that the man was acting so intimately with her in public.

She inhaled deeply before shoving his head away. “Or else I’ll dump you!”

bristled. “You wouldn’t

At that time, I’ll leave you to fend for yourself. Regardless of whether

wasn’t joking, and Xavier evidently realized that as

swamped him. Is this still the Dumbo of mine who is

he seen

to the spot for a long moment, sensing the blank spot in

though a part of his life, or perhaps

as though every single drop of blood in his body was on the verge of bursting out of his veins, tearing

eyes had gone red-rimmed for no apparent reason, Winnie

you not feeling

massaged his temples. “I’m fine. But Dumbo, you must promise me that you’ll never again utter such

increasingly reddening eyes, Winnie hastily

Don’t

anymore,” Winnie vowed in exasperation.

saying that, she called out to Josiah,

would happen to Xavier. “Come with me to the lounge

happened that the employee from the PR department had finished writing the script for

“The script is ready, Mrs. Fairchild. Would

simpleton.

speaking to her, fearful that they would accidentally offend

person who didn’t even

Josiah lead Xavier into the lounge that she strode over for

very meticulous. “Change the wording here. It isn’t my style, for the tone is

many media outlets in attendance generally took a moderate stance. But in consideration that Winnie would be using it, she had already been very

it right now.

“Yeah, this is fine.”

go and make a copy for you right

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