Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Moore Mamet frowned, he had no idea that Xaviera Evans had such a terrible reputation at school. Given that, he’ll find a chance to advise Xaviera to quit working at this school, after all, the Evans family certainly don’t need her salary.

Mag Evans sighed and said to a classmate, “No, we’re real sisters, there’s no question of leading each other astray. Now that we’re talking, I want to apologize to my sister for what happened yesterday. So many people insulted my sister yesterday, I’m afraid she may take it to heart… Lily, Moore, would you both like to join us? I believe our support will greatly encourage her.”

“I heard that the Coriell family is unveiling the special ‘Fleeting Time’ gown from Lohill’s design next week. I’d like to invite my sister to come and see it, after all, it’s a gown she designed. I believe she will feel a sense of accomplishment.”

Lily Ross snorted. “Mag, you are so sweet! As for Lohill… anyway, I definitely don’t believe that Xaviera is Lohill. I’ve noticed that Xaviera and Gaby Rome are pretty close; there might be something going on between these two.”

No one has ever seen Lohill, or knows what they look like. Xaviera casually claims to be Lohill and those silly students actually believe her. Of course, they believe Xaviera is Lohill mostly due to Gaby Rome’s status in the school, which is rather extraordinary.

Moore Mamet nodded in agreement with what Lily Ross has said.

When Xaviera Evans came out of the teaching building, she saw Mag Evans, holding Moore Mamet’s hand and walking towards her. Xaviera raised her eyebrows; why are these two always trying to get in her face? Do they have some kind of problem?

“Sis, there’s a misunderstanding between us. Can we sit down and talk?”

Xaviera ignored her, ready to leave, but then her eyes suddenly contracted. The stairs from the third to the second floor were full of debris, and on top of the pile laid a fruit knife with a long blade, placed upward, presumably someone’s idea of a prank. If anyone accidentally fell down from the stairs, that fruit knife would penetrate their body!

How could such a potential danger exist in the school? If a student horsed around after class, or slipped during a walk, it could lead to a fatality! Xaviera was about to find someone to handle this when Mag Evans had cut her off.

“Sis, I just want to talk to you. Can you not reject me like this? Lily and Moore are waiting behind, they won’t hear what we’re saying. I know you like designing, the Coriell family is going to exhibit ‘Fleeting Time’ next week, sis, you should be very familiar with the words ‘Fleeting Time’ right?”

Xaviera narrowed her eyes slightly, unsure of what scheme Mag Evans had in mind.

Before she could question her, Mag Evans suddenly slipped, her eyes widened fearfully, “Ah! Sis…” then she shoved Xaviera.

Xaviera laughed, behind her was the fruit knife that had been fixed in place.

She originally suspected it was some student’s prank, but now it seemed some people planned it in advance. As long as Mag gave her a slight push, she would undoubtedly fall onto the fruit knife, getting stabbed through the heart.

It seemed Mag had already envisioned Xaviera lying in a pool of her own blood, a satisfied smile crept onto her lips.

She really didn’t want this bitch to live, she couldn’t tolerate her own light being stolen by Xaviera. In this world, the only one who deserves the spotlight is her, Mag Evans; only she should sit in the position of Miss Evans!

Even if she couldn’t kill Xaviera in an ‘accident’ today, she would make sure Xaviera knew that going against her meant only one outcome – ‘death’.

Xaviera’s gaze turned cold, she didn’t expect Mag to be so audacious, but her priority was not to be angry with Mag, it was to ensure that she survived, unscathed. Falling backvvards down the stairs, she’d hardly be able to maintain balance. Even if the knife didn’t catch her, she’d likely end up with a broken bone or concussion.

Mag Evans fixed her crazed gaze on Xaviera, she was so consumed by her obsession that she didn’t notice Xaviera shooting a thin wire from her hand, which entwined the fruit knife and deflected the blade just slightly, allowing Xaviera to avoid the sharp edge unnoticed.

From Mag’s perspective, Xaviera had fallen down the stairs heavily, but did not land on the fruit knife she’d already set up. She cursed under her breath at Xaviera’s good luck. But she had to keep up appearances, she choked back a sob and wiped away some nonexistent tears, asking in panic, “Sis, how could you be so careless? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Don’t be scared, I’ll come and help you.”

Xaviera looked up, her eyes cold. She got up, stretched her muscles and started walking back upstairs.

Seeing her actions, a sense of disappointment flashed through Mag’s eyes, having failed to kill this bitch. But she maintained a gentle appearance, “Sis, let me take you to the medical office..”