Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 677: So Much Nonsense from a Maid

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Xaviera Evans took a breath, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The man’s eyes were filled with complexity. “I’m sorry, I need to temporarily occupy his body, but he’ll be back soon.”

The two were silent all the way, and when they got out of the car, they saw Yvette Flack smiling at the entrance.

Caleb Mamet opened the car door for Xaviera Evans and whispered, “I don’t know why I woke up either. All I can say is that it’s not intentional, but he should be back to accompany you tonight.”

Xaviera looked at him incredulously, “Is the other personality so docile?”

Caleb smiled and said nothing, but there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

In Xaviera’s understanding, a double personality meant that a normal person had two different ways of thinking, operating independently and without the influence of the other. This could even be seen as a competitive relationship. However, Caleb’s two personalities were similar in some ways, and there was no competition between them. Their relationship seemed to be good, but their memories would be biased.

“Mr. Caleb Mamet, you must be tired of driving. Let me give you a massage.”

Before Xaviera could figure out the reason behind it, she heard a delicate voice, remembering that Yvette Flack was still standing at the entrance.

What was Caleb Mamet doing bringing this woman back to the Lowen Clubhouse? To annoy her?

Yvette wore a tight-fitting, split long skirt that accentuated her curvy figure. She followed Caleb proudly, entering the door behind him.

The servants at the Lowen Clubhouse had complicated expressions on their faces, but it was the CEO’s private matter and they couldn’t interfere. They were waiting for Caleb’s orders, but he went straight upstairs, leaving Yvette downstairs.

Yvette’s face was full of embarrassment. She glanced at Xaviera beside her, her eyes filled with provocation, “Miss Evans, I am Mr. Caleb Mamet’s woman now too. You entered his life before me, so I’ll call you sister from now on. Can we talk?”

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Xaviera’s face was calm, “What is there to talk about?”

Seeing that Xaviera wasn’t angry, Yvette was somewhat surprised. Xaviera was unusually composed. She said smugly, “I was sent here to serve the CEO by Mrs. Mamet. I am truly devoted to him, of course more attentive than you. Miss Evans, you used to monopolize him. But now it’s time to see who he really cherishes. I hope you know.”

Xaviera raised her eyebrows, “So what?”

Yvette’s mouth twitched slightly, and she said coldly, “How could such an outstanding man like Mr. Caleb Mamet have only one woman by his side? He used to like you, but now that the novelty has worn off, it’s not a big deal. He brought me back to the Lowen Clubhouse, which means he likes me now! If you know what’s good for you, you can continue to be Mrs. Mamet in peace. But if you don’t…”

Xaviera asked, “What can you do if I don’t?”

Yvette’s face was full of mockery, “Then you’ll have to get a divorce! Maybe Mr. Caleb Mamet will think of the past and not divorce you immediately, but he will definitely not be kind to you. You will still be the one hurt.”

“Miss Evans, I don’t want to be ruthless, as long as you are respectful to me, I will not make things difficult for you. I can even say a few good words for you in front of Mr. Caleb Mamet to help you keep your position as Mrs. Mamet?”

“What does being respectful mean?” Xaviera asked.

Yvette sat on the sofa, crossing her legs and pointing at the teapot on the table, “Go! Bring me a cup of iced coffee, no sugar, and prepare some pastries, not too sweet, and also…”

“Yvette.” At this point, the man’s cold voice came from upstairs.

Yvette shuddered, looking up shyly. It seemed that Mr. Caleb Mamet wanted her to serve him, and it was broad daylight. He must have a strong desire!

Caleb stood upstairs, aloof and emotionless, “Make a cup of coffee and bring it up.”

Yvette was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately smiled, ran to the kitchen, and made a cup of coffee, eagerly carrying it upstairs. Her voice was charming, “Mr. Mamet…”

Caleb, who was looking at documents, gave an order without raising his head, “Take it to the madam’s room.”

Yvette’s expression suddenly stiffened, unbelievingly asked, “What? For the madam? Mr. Mamet, but… but I made this coffee for you, can you please try it?”

“Do what I ask you to do, where did a maid like you get so much nonsense!” Caleb’s face was impatient.

Yvette’s mouth twitched, “I… I… ”

“I asked you to make a cup of coffee for the madam, and you’re not willing? Is this how you’re a maid? The people Jenny Green sent aren’t very good!” Caleb said sarcastically.

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