Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera Evans participating in the exam as a teacher was surprising enough, but how could she turn in her paper so quickly? Was she just putting on an act?

Some of them had heard about Xaviera Evans’s bet with Jessi Whitman and thought that she must be under too much pressure and not in the right state of mind. Xaviera Evans didn’t know what the students in the exam room were discussing about her. After leaving the exam room, she went straight to the archive room of Libanan University. Caleb Mamet had promised to let her access the archives freely before, but she hadn’t found the time. Now that she finally had some free time, she decided to take care of it.

She mainly wanted to check the files from twenty years ago, but she did not expect the files from twenty years ago to be empty…

How strange, could that person and that organization be so secretive that even such private information could be erased? Xaviera Evans looked at the empty file box for a moment, before turning and leaving the archive room.

The news of her visiting the archive room reached Caleb Mamet’s ears in no time. Caleb Mamet looked at the message on his phone, his handsome face slightly tense. So, what was Xaviera Evans looking for in the records from twenty years ago?

The next morning, Xaviera Evans walked into the classroom, one hand carrying the breakfast the chef gave her before leaving, with a leisurely sway.

Before she even set foot in the classroom, she heard Jessi Whitman’s arrogant laughter: “Hahaha, where’s Xaviera Evans? Why hasn’t she come? Can she not bear to show her face?”

It was only after the exam yesterday that she found out Xaviera Evans had also taken the test, and even turned in her paper early. This was too delightful! Although it was fun to win the bet with Xaviera Evans’s classmates, nothing beats the thrill of stepping on Xaviera Evans herself!

“Queena, you shouldn’t be like this. My sister must be having a hard time now. Let’s just leave. Is that okay?” The voice was unmistakably the angelic bitch, Mag Evans.

“Yeah, she’s probably having a hard time. She just made herself look like a fool, didn’t she? I don’t know who gave her the confidence to take this test. But doesn’t she know the school has intentionally increased the difficulty of this test for the upcoming international competition? With her level of incompetence, she probably can’t even comprehend the questions.”

Mag Evans sighed with a troubled expression on her face: “Queena, I know my sister is sure to lose this time, but can you not make her kneel down and apologize to you for my sake? She’s my sister after all… ”

Jessi Whitman was about to ask why, when she saw Xaviera Evans leaning lazily against the door, occasionally taking a bite of her sandwich, looking relaxed and not at all nervous.

Jessi Whitman felt something was wrong, but thinking about it, Xaviera Evans was probably just putting on a brave face, trying to save face. The test was extremely difficult, she had trouble with some parts as well, and she even felt that there wasn’t enough time after the exam had concluded.

So Xaviera Evans must not have finished her test when she turned in her paper early; she probably gave up after glancing at the test. Thinking of this, Jessi Whitman sneered: “Yo, you’ve got the nerve to show up! I thought you’d run off with your tail between your legs.”

Xaviera Evans didn’t even spare her a glance, tossing the empty sandwich wrapper into the trash can and going back to the classroom. A keen student stood up to give her a seat.

Mag Evans approached with a gentle smile: “Sis, I got a leave of absence yesterday and couldn’t attend the test with you, and I didn’t have the chance to stop your competition with Queena. The result is already out…it’s okay, winning or losing doesn’t matter, I will always support you.”

Students who witnessed this, thought Mag Evans was the best little sister in the world.

Xaviera Evans smiled enigmatically: “Didn’t know about the competition? Isn’t my participation in the test thanks to your recommendation, my dear sister?”

Mag Evans’s expression stiffened, how did Xaviera Evans know…was it the headteacher who let the secret slip? But it didn’t matter, she just needed to deny it, and her classmates would believe her.

With that thought, Mag Evans’s expression returned to normal, her lips quivering as if she was wronged: “Sis, how could you say that? Why would I push you into the fire? I admit that I did talk to the headteacher about you being the same age as me, so you could try taking the test, but it was just a suggestion. Your agreement to participate is the main factor, my suggestion would be useless otherwise.”

“I know you didn’t do well in the test and you’re upset, but you shouldn’t take it out on me. I’ve always backed all of your decisions, and I even thought that since Queena and I are such good friends, even if you lose, you wouldn’t have to kneel down and apologize…”

Jessi Whitman hurriedly interrupted: “Wait, I didn’t agree to that.”

Having said that, she turned to Xaviera Evans: “You were the one who said you’d willingly accept the outcome of the bet.. You can’t rely on your sister’s connection to back out! I’m telling you, if you lose, you have to kneel down and apologize, do you hear that?!”