Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 678

Chapter 678: Chapter 678: Not Very Lethal, Extremely Insulting

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Yvette Flack’s face was as pale as a ghost. How on earth did she become a maid? She was clearly here to serve Mr. Caleb Mamet, she could make coffee for Caleb Mamet, but how could she be ordered around by Xaviera Evans?

Her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful, she said, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, I… I’m here to serve you. I thought you understood what Mrs. Mamet meant, I am yours…”

“What does Miss Flack think she is here for?” Caleb Mamet interrupted her, sneering: “The maid who usually takes care of my wife’s daily needs happened to be on leave, so I agreed to bring you back. Otherwise, could you have even entered the Lowen Clubhouse?”

A thick fog clouded Yvette’s mind. She’s the daughter of the Flack family, why on earth should she take care of Xaviera Evans’ daily routines?

“Miss Flack, can’t you handle this job?” Caleb Mamet asked casually.

Yvette’s eyes reddened as she sobbed. “Mr. Caleb Mamet, Mrs. Mamet sent me here to be with you. Even if you don’t like me, you shouldn’t insult me like this! What’s more, Miss Evans didn’t object when you brought me back. If she’s not bothered, why should you…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Yvette suddenly felt a tightened grip around her neck. It was squeezing harder and harder – as if it intended to break her neck.

Yvette stared in horror at the man in front of her. She could feel the cold murderous intent in Caleb Mamet’s eyes. If he clenches his hand a little tighter, it would surely be the end of her life.

Caleb Mamet’s eyes were fierce, his voice icy: “Miss Flack, I don’t have the time for your nonsense! Didn’t Jenny Green tell you beforehand, what kind of person I am?”

Yvette was trembling uncontrollably. She could feel the oxygen being progressively sucked out from her lungs, causing her face to turn red. Subconsciously struggling, she felt as if she was at death’s door.

How could he kill someone so easily?

“Serve my wife, understood?” Although it was a question, Caleb Mamet’s voice contained an undeniable authority. If Yvette dared utter a word of objections, her life may end up lost the very next moment.

As soon as Caleb Mamet let go of his hand, Yvette dropped to the ground in a heap. The fresh air rushed into her lungs as she coughed violently. However, she had no time for hesitation and stuttered, “I… *cough* *cough*… am going to make coffee for Mrs. Mamet now.”

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Watching Yvette hurriedly escape from the study, Xaviera Evans curiously asked, “You asked Yvette to come to Lowen clubhouse, just to be a maid?”

Caleb Mamet replied, “Yes, exactly! You happened to need someone to take care of you, and she voluntarily offered herself. With Mrs. Mamet paying the wages, I got a maid for free. Why not take advantage of that?”

Xaviera Evans fell into silence. It must be said, Caleb Mamet handled the situation beautifully.

Then calmly, Caleb Mamet continued, “I’m not the kind of man who stoops to argue with these kind of women, but if they don’t get a taste of their own medicine, they wouldn’t understand their place. Therefore, I prefer handling these types of situations. The reason they think I indulge them is that I do not pay attention to such petty provocations. But I do not tolerate any disrespect.”

The man he was referring to was the original Caleb Mamet, who indeed did not stoop to compete with women. Even when confronted with Yvette’s blatant seduction, he’d chose to ignore.

But the actions of the current Caleb Mamet, although not life-threatening, were extremely humiliating. There’s no question Yvette would be up all night fuming over the incident.

“By resolving these petty issues for him, he should be pleased, right? Moreover, they were the ones who came seeking trouble. I am justified in my actions, aren’t I?”

Xaviera Evans obediently nodded, “No, It’s not excessive.”

The original Caleb Mamet was more mature, calm and composed, never revealing his emotions. Even if he couldn’t stand Jenny Green, he wouldn’t rashly act out. But this Caleb Mamet wouldn’t spoil anyone. Whoever dared to provoke him, they would face the consequences without even knowing what hit them!

Following the incident, Xaviera Evans descended the staircase and made for the refrigerator.

Caleb Mamet asked, “What are you getting?”

Xaviera stiffened, assuming that Caleb Mamet, with his jumbled memory, wouldn’t interfere with her. Thus, she replied calmly, “I’m getting ice cream, is there a problem?”

Caleb Mamet frowned immediately as soon as the words left her mouth, “Who gave you permission to eat ice cream? At this time of the year? You’re still eating ice cream! Aren’t you afraid of a stomach ache?”

“You’re hardly a child anymore, yet you crave for sweet things like one. Always overdoing it with the ice cream, it’ll only make you uncomfortable when it’s that time of the month. No wonder he always reminded me to take care of you!”

Xaviera Evans: “?”

What? Can your two personalities even have a conversation with each other?

…

Meanwhile, Yvette had prepared a fresh cup of coffee and was just about to take it upstairs. But she discovered that the couple had already retreated to their room. She couldn’t contain her outrage and smashed the delicate coffee cup onto the floor.

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