Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

The entire hotel was booked by the Coriell family, so all the cars parked here were definitely for the banquet.

Everyone gaped at the cars outside the entrance:

“Is this person really coming?”

“Damn, I guess only the Coriell family in Libanan has such prestige.”

Xaviera Evans heard these words and thought Albert Sullivan had arrived. She was about to turn around and call for Albert while complaining that he was late, but as she turned, she met a pair of icy eyes.

Caleb Mamet, it was actually Caleb Mamet who came first!

Did this bastard come to lecture her again? Did he want to lock her up? Or did he, like Vita Coriell, want the security guard to throw her out?

The more Xaviera thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She couldn’t take it any longer. In front of Vita and Naomi Whitman’s mocking gazes, she pushed past the security guard and walked towards the exit. She could leave on her own, no need for a guard to drive her away!

She sneered coldly, angrily walking towards the door. But as she passed Caleb, he grabbed her arm.

“You’ve been upset for a long time, isn’t it time to calm down?”

A moment of silence ensued.

Xaviera was stunned for two seconds. What was Caleb doing? Did he not want to lock her up anymore?

Caleb paused and looked down at her, “Still don’t want to talk to me? Where is all this anger coming from? Come in with me first, and later you can continue your tantrum, okay?”

Xaviera was shocked. Was this man really talking to her? And he was letting her in? Now he should be helping Vita, pointing fingers at her and telling her to get lost, right? But instead, he was gently coaxing her?

Xaviera snorted lightly. Did he think that just by coaxing her a little, she would forgive this bastard?

Just as Caleb was about to say something, seeing Xaviera’s annoyed expression, he heard her complaining coquettishly, “I don’t want to go in with you. Miss Coriell and the lady next to her just said they don’t welcome me. They said I don’t have an invitation card and can’t go in. They even wanted the security guard to drive me out.”

Caleb raised his eyes coldly, “Not allowed in?”

Vita’s breath hitched, quickly explaining, “Brother Caleb, I, I didn’t…”

Trying to please both Vita and Caleb, Naomi Whitman spoke up, “Mr. Mamet, this is not Vita’s fault. Although Miss Evans came with you, she does not have an invitation card. You know the Coriells’ banquet is a grand event, and there are many people trying to sneak in. So even though Vita knows that Miss Evans came with you, she still did not let her in because rules cannot be broken. We hope you can understand, Mr. Mamet.”

“Moreover…” Naomi glanced at Xaviera, insinuating, “bringing such an inconsistent woman to the Coriell family banquet would only upset Sir Coriell, wouldn’t it?”

Naomi thought her words were well-reasoned and that Caleb would accept her explanation. Others, knowing Xaviera’s identity, would also feel that a mistress with such a background coming to the Coriell family’s banquet was a disrespect to the Coriells. A man like Caleb wouldn’t fail to understand this reason.

Xaviera smirked, ‘You heard that, right? They said I don’t have an invitation card and won’t let someone like me in.”

Only then did Caleb turn his attention to Naomi who was talking. He narrowed his eyes, his tone indifferent, “No invitation card?”

Steve Price had been around Caleb for a long time and knew what Caleb was about to do as soon as he opened his mouth, so he took out two invitations and respectfully handed them over.

Caleb’s lips curved in a smirk, “It seems that the personal invitation from Sir Coriell doesn’t count. In that case, please tell Sir Coriell that Caleb Mamet has arrived, but someone said my invitation card is fake, so I won’t be attending this banquet.”

After saying that, Caleb turned and walked out with Xaviera obediently following behind him without causing a fuss.

Although she has never reconciled with a man, she knew that Caleb was standing up for her right now, and she shouldn’t sabotage his efforts.

Disbelieving, Vita’s pupils widened in shock, “Brother Caleb, you’re leaving? You’re actually leaving this important banquet because of this woman?

Caleb didn’t even bother looking at her. Steve stepped forward to block Vita, smiling, “Miss Coriell, since you said the invitation card from Sir Coriell does not count, then our Mr. Mamet naturally can’t go in. After all, we can’t break the Coriell family’s rules, right?”

“By the way, I want to remind those who haven’t entered the banquet hall yet: if you have received an invitation from the Coriell family, remember to check its authenticity. If it is fake, don’t go inside. After all, being driven out later would be quite embarrassing.”

Was this a reminder… well, that was hard to say..