Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

She immediately let go of the man’s arm and spoke coldly, “Don’t worry, even if

I offend the Coriell family, I will keep you guys out of it, I won’t drag the

Mamet family down with me, nor will I damage the friendship between the Mamet and Coriell families.”

Caleb Mamet swallowed hard, feeling annoyed, but not knowing what to do with this woman.

“Caleb, you should know that the thing that designers hate the most is high-scale imitation. Their actions are no different than stepping on the fruit of a designer’s hard work.”

As she spoke to Caleb, Mrs. Coriell and a group of noblewomen approached them.

Mrs. Coriell wore an apologetic look on her face and spoke gently and generously, “Caleb, Xaviera, you’re both here.” She behaved like a kind elder, as if they had never had any problems before. It was hard not to admire her ability to fake it.

It would be even more impressive if she hadn’t forced herself between the two of them.

After separating Xaviera and Caleb, Mrs. Coriell smiled and said, “Xaviera, I heard about what just happened. Vita shouldn’t have caused you trouble like that. I’m really sorry.”

She introduced Xaviera to the others, “This is Xaviera Evans, a promising young person whom I admire. I invited her here today on purpose. Xaviera, didn’t you say you wanted to see ‘Fleeting Time’? It’s right there; let me show you.”

Xaviera narrowed her eyes, thinking that there was no such thing as a free lunch. This Mrs. Coriell must be up to something!

She chuckled softly and followed Mrs. Coriell to the display area of ‘Fleeting Time’, which had already attracted quite a crowd. For ordinary people, it’s incredibly difficult to own a simple work by Miss Lohill, let alone a masterpiece like ‘Fleeting Time’. Owning such a masterpiece represents not only wealth but also social status.

“Miss Coriell, I heard that ‘Fleeting Time’ was purchased at the price of eight hundred million dollars by a mysterious person back then. It seems that the mysterious person was, in fact, the Coriell family.”

‘”Fleeting Time’ indeed stands out as a custom-made masterpiece, and its design is absolutely stunning. It’s such a treat just looking at it…”

Vita Coriell stood in the crowd, listening to their compliments and feeling quite proud of herself. Indeed, the Coriells received so much attention because of a single replica.

Vita adjusted her smile as she saw her mother and Xaviera coming towards her. She greeted them elegantly, “Miss Evans, I was in the wrong earlier. You’re not still angry with me, are you?”

Xaviera thought that these two were really like mother and daughter, saying the exact same thing.

Mrs. Coriell gently chastised Vita, “You really should know better, Vita. Xaviera likes Miss Lohill’s designs, and since you’re already acquainted, what’s the harm in letting her in? Normally, you’re such a smart girl, but sometimes you start to play by the rules and your brain stops working.”

Vita quickly fawned, “Oh mom, please don’t scold me. I was just too excited. Thankfully, Xaviera isn’t mad at me, or I wouldn’t know what to do.”

The three of them quickly shifted the blame for the incident at the door to Vita’s inexperience and an ill-advised decision made in a moment of panic, thereby clearing her of any wrongdoing.

How clever of them.

Mrs. Coriell feigned helplessness, “Oh, you child.” She turned to Xaviera, “It’s also my fault, Xaviera. If I had known you were here, I would have come out to greet you.”

If it weren’t for the time and place being inappropriate, Xaviera would really want to applaud the two of them for their amazing acting skills.

With such powerful enemies, she couldn’t afford to fall behind. So she replied softly, “That’s alright; I understand. It seems that Miss Coriell really cares about ‘Fleeting Time’ and this party.”

Vita’s eyes flickered as she grabbed Xaviera’s wrist, “Of course. ‘Fleeting Time’ is Miss Lohill’s proudest work. I heard you’re a big fan, too. Come on, I’ll take you for a closer look.”

Those standing nearby made way as Vita approached. Xaviera had long wanted to take a closer look at the high-scale imitation of ‘Fleeting Time’. It had to be said that it was quite a skillful copy. However, a replica is always a replica. The fabric, the embroidery, the pearl embellishments, and even the curve of the neckline were all wrong.

How could the Coriell family have the nerve to showcase such an inferior product? Did they think this was the level of her design? That’s just insulting..