Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Inside the villa, Caleb Mamet glanced away slightly: “Mrs. Mamet doesn’t have any questions?”

Xaviera Evans was taken aback: “…What do you want me to ask?”

Caleb smirked, full of sarcasm: “Aren’t you interested in the fact that the head of the Mamet family is an illegitimate child?”

Xaviera:

Why would she be interested?

Every family has its difficulties, and she had her hands full dealing with her own family’s problems; she had no time to be interested in other people’s grievances or hatreds. Besides… What could one’s background represent? Who would want to be born an illegitimate child? If infants had a choice, they would rather be born into a poor family than be an illegitimate child who couldn’t see the light of day, especially one from a rich and wealthy family.

Xaviera had heard some stories about Caleb’s childhood from the housekeeper and knew that Mrs. Mamet often abused him when he was little, not giving him food or drink, and often putting him in solitary confinement. Xaviera thought that behind every successful person lies bitterness; very few people have a smooth life from the very beginning.

Take her and Caleb, for example. At least she was better off than Caleb because she had Uncle Evans, who sincerely cared for her and made her childhood less miserable. But Caleb was entirely on his own; it was said that he even had a younger brother. They were born from the same mother, but their treatments were worlds apart.

Mrs. Mamet doted on her younger son, giving him everything he wanted, and even sought to wrest control of the Mamet family from Caleb and pass it on to her younger son.

When she first heard these stories, Xaviera wondered if Caleb was truly Mrs. Mamet’s biological child. She pondered whether there was a dramatic twist, like a plot where an imposter prince takes the place of the real one. Otherwise, why would a mother treat her children so differently?

Caleb leaned against the recently tidied sofa and cast her a casual look.

It was at this moment when the housekeeper returned after seeing off the guests: “Mr. Mamet, the lady said she came today to tell you that the Coriell family is hosting a banquet at Mifo Hotel. Sir Coriell’s intention is to have you in attendance…”

Sir Coriell.

Xaviera caught the keyword, and Caleb’s cherry blossom eyes narrowed as well. If the invitation came from anyone else in the Coriell family, he could simply ignore it. But he couldn’t do that for Sir Coriell, who had once helped the Mamet family. It was reasonable for him to accept the invitation.

Moreover, Sir Coriell was the only sensible person in the Coriell family.

The housekeeper continued when he saw that Caleb didn’t say anything, and his face did not show much resentment: “The reason the Coriell family is having a banquet is because they have acquired one of Lohill’s designed dresses. This dress is a worldwide limited edition, and the Coriell family purchased it. The Coriell family has invited many people from the upper class, as well as elites from the fashion industrv. Thev are most likely lookinz to break into the high-end luxury dress market.”

Xaviera stiffened when she heard the name “Lohill.” Her designed dress was in the possession of the Coriell family? How did it get there? She didn’t have many global limited-edition designs in her collection, but her favorite was ‘Fleeting Time.’

Before Xaviera could finish her thought, the housekeeper continued: “The dress is Lohill’s design, ‘Fleeting Time.’ There are very few design drafts by Lohill in circulation, and even fewer finished products. When ‘Fleeting Time’ first appeared, countless people fought for it, but then it suddenly fell silent. People speculated at the time that it had been bought at a high price, but they didn’t expect the buyer to be the Coriell family.”

It seems that although the Coriell family has declined in recent years, their solid foundation remains.

Xaviera: ‘

She was just thinking about ‘Fleeting Time,’ and the housekeeper said it aloud.

But Xaviera doubted if she heard correctly, ‘Fleeting Time’ was her proudest work, she had initially planned to auction it off, but she started to love it more as she looked at it, and finally, she decided not to sell it at all; the genuine ‘Fleeting Time’ was stored intact in her house. Where did the Coriell family get their ‘Fleeting Time’ from then?

A counterfeit product? And they are showcasing it at a banquet?

Xaviera couldn’t help but think, wouldn’t it be fun to expose the Coriell family’s ‘Fleeting Time’ as fake at the banquet?

Seeing the mischief in her eyes, Caleb suddenly smirked and asked, “Do you want to go?”

Startled by his sudden question, she suddenly remembered that he already knows she is Lohill.

There went all the mystery.

“I do, I want to see this legendary ‘Fleeting Time’,” she nodded without hesitation.

Caleb chuckled lightly: “You’re such a naughty kid.”

As soon as he heard Xaviera’s tone, he knew she was thinking of something, and he guessed there must be something wrong with the Coriell family’s ‘Fleeting Time’. But he didn’t really care about that, the people from the Coriell family had been bouncing around in front of him lately, teaching them a little lesson was not too much to ask for..