Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

The young woman shyly stood up and, like a little rabbit, timidly walked up to Caleb Mamet: “Hello, Brother Caleb…

Xaviera Evans raised her eyebrows, “Well, well, well, they’re giving Caleb women in front of his legitimate wife? How much do these people ignore her?”

Mrs. Mamet excitedly ran over to introduce her: “Caleb, our Yvette Flack is a bit introverted and shy, unlike some bold and promiscuous women. She is innocent and kind-hearted. So after she joins the company, you’ll have to take good care of her, so she won’t get bullied.”

After that, she warned Xaviera Evans with a glance: “And some people… Caleb, you’d better watch out for them too, so that they don’t hurt Yvette out of jealousy and tarnish the Mamet family’s reputation.”

Yvette Flack tugged at the noblewoman’s sleeve and whispered: “Don’t worry, I won’t be bullied.” After that, she quickly glanced at Caleb: “I’ll also follow Brother Caleb closely, help him grow the company stronger and lift the burden off his current tired shoulders.’

“Good, good, our Yvette Flack is so obedient, you better go pack up your stuff, and leave with them when Caleb does.” The noblewoman patted her hand with satisfaction.

Seeing that they had already made up their minds and even ridiculed her sarcastically, Xaviera couldn’t help but speak up: “Going back with Caleb? Going back where? Are you sure you’re giving him a secretary instead of a bed-warming slave?”

Yvette Flack stared at Xaviera in disbelief, her apricot eyes welling up with tears, biting her lips in grievance: “What do you mean, Miss Evans? Are you insulting me?”

The noblewoman didn’t expect Xaviera to suddenly speak up, and even say such harsh words. Her face suddenly darkened: “Xaviera Evans, you better mind your own business. When did you ever have a say in the Mamet family’s internal affairs?”

Xaviera Evans widened her eyes in surprise: “How come I can’t have a say in the Mamet family’s internal affairs? Aren’t I Caleb’s wife? And I’m also curious about your behavior. You keep saying Miss Yvette Flack is going to the company to be a secretary, then let her go to the company to report, why does she need to come back with us?”

“This kind of behavior reminds me of some bad things, like a certain lady taking Miss Coriell from the Coriell family to Lowen Clubhouse, trying to force Miss Coriell into Caleb’s master bedroom, isn’t this giving Caleb a woman right in front of me? I don’t want my man to be stained by other women, what’s wrong with speaking out?”

“You!”

The noblewoman, suppressing her anger, gritted her teeth: “It’s no wonder you come from a humble background, you’re so dirty-minded. Yvette Flack is Caleb’s personal female secretary, responsible for his clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. Of course she has to go home with Caleb.”

At this point, Yvette Flack, with tears in her eyes, spoke up: “Miss Evans, don’t worry, I won’t argue with you for anything. I’m just Brother Caleb’s personal secretary. I heard that Brother Caleb often skips meals, and I want to take good care of him. If one doesn’t eat on time, how can they bear the burden on their body?”

Ah, what a classic line from a mistress.

The noblewoman mocked by the side: “Yvette Flack, you don’t need to say much to her. People like Miss Evans, with narrow vision, see things differently from us, only revolving around men like stupid women. It’s no surprise if Caleb abandons someone like Miss Evans someday.”

“Yvette Flack, rest assured, just boldly do what you want to do. If one day Caleb takes a fancy to you, it’s normal since we are so outstanding, right? You’re not the kind of rude woman who can compare with them.”

Yvette Flack shyly lowered her head.

Although she didn’t speak, her expression told that she was looking forward to being favored by Caleb.

Xaviera: ‘

These people were really amazing, clearly arranging everything for her, and even finding an excuse for Caleb’s future affairs.

“What a lucky guy,” Xaviera teased Caleb.

One Vita Coriell wasn’t enough, and now there was a Yvette Flack.

Caleb grabbed Xaviera’s restless hand, then turned to look at Yvette Flack: “You want to be my secretary?”

Yvette Flack’s heart thumped, gripping her clothes nervously: “Yes, Brother Caleb, I’ve admired you for a long time. I really, really look up to you. As long as you agree to let me be your personal secretary, I’m willing to do anything.”

Caleb nodded his head. Before Yvette Flack could get excited, she heard Caleb speak indifferently: “It’s demanding to be my secretary. Why don’t you start by answering a few questions for me..”