Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - C.569 - : The President’s Laughter Resembles a Dog

Chapter 569: Chapter 569: The President’s Laughter Resembles a Dog

He could tell from the size that the clothes were bought for him. He usually wore black and white as Xaviera Evans had mentioned she likes a man who’s stable and gentle, thus he chose everything in the colors and styles she liked. He didn’t expect her to choose this outfit.

Steve Price stayed by Caleb Mamet’s side, and seeing his lips curl into a smile, he couldn’t hold back his comment: “Boss, please rein it in.”

Caleb Mamet: “?”

Steve Price: “Actually, I think you look better when you’re not smiling. There’s something sinister about your smile.”

Caleb Mamet: “…”

“Boss, do you know what you look like right now? Like a wretched dog seeking attention from his mistress. I just saw a dog grinning eerily just like you!”

Like a dog?

Caleb Mamet remained silent.

Seeing his silence, Steve Price couldn’t help asking: “Boss, why aren’t you speaking?”

Caleb Mamet: “I didn’t say anything because I’m considering sending you out for training.”

Steve Price: “…” Shoot!

At that point, Xaviera Evans in the store was about to pay, when a rampant voice came from behind her.

“This outfit looks nice – wrap it up for me! I’m giving it to Xavier Hamer!”

The shop assistant froze for a second, noticing her stare fixed on the item in her hands, quickly explained, “I’m very sorry, Miss Wendleton, this is the last piece, and that lady was first…”

Miss Wendleton inquired impatiently, “She hasn’t paid yet, so what’s your fuss about? What happens even if she paid for what I want? You wouldn’t dare not give it to me, would you?”

Xaviera Evans glanced at Miss Wendleton before her. She didn’t know the relationship between Miss Wendleton and Xavier nor had she ever met Miss Wendleton before.

But from the respectful demeanor of the staff, Miss Wendleton appeared to be the spoiled daughter of some aristocratic family.

Miss Wendleton instructed her bodyguard, “Grab the clothes for me!”

The bodyguard aggressively moved towards Xaviera Evans. Sean Price immediately stepped forward, blocking the bodyguard’s hand. He kicked the bodyguard who yelped in pain and quickly retreated a few steps.

“There’s a sequence to everything. Our lady was the first to choose this dress. We hope you don’t make things difficult, miss.”

Miss Wendleton didn’t expect resistance and immediately became furious. She disregarded her image and yelled, “How dare you hurt my man? Do you know who I am? I want this dress, dare you refuse?”

Xaviera Evans thought for a while, certain there wasn’t a family with the surname Wendleton in Libanan. Sean Price even pondered about Imperial City, Lokio…

But there was no notable Wendleton family in these areas, so Sean Price asked earnestly, “So, who are you?”

Miss Wendleton: “…”

She looked furious and gritted her teeth and roared, “I’m the daughter of the Wendleton family in Lokio! I am the daughter of the Wendleton family! A relative of the Campbell family!”

It was then that Sean Price remembered the Wendleton family while investigating the Campbell family.

“Madam, the Wendletons are the parental family of Jeremy Campbell’s wife. Miss Wendleton is probably their daughter and a relative of the Campbell family. She could also be considered as Anna Campbell’s cousin.”

Xaviera Evans: “…” the relationship was indeed quite complex.

“You know who I am now, right? Hurry up and give me the clothes! If you refuse, don’t blame me for not being polite!”

Sara Wendleton seeing Xaviera Evans’s refusal to relent was incensed, she stormed up to Xaviera and raised her hand high ready to slap her, “I’m talking to you, do you hear what I am saying! You wench! Ah…!!”

Before she could finish speaking, Sara Wendleton suddenly screamed.

Xaviera Evans gripped her hand with just enough force, nonchalantly said, “Miss Wendleton, when bullying others, make sure you have the ability to hit back. Go back and train for a few more years!”

Steve Price beside her, who was ready to step in: “…”

He looked at Xaviera admirably, “Madam, you’re so powerful. You seem weak and docile, but you’re really strong. I was prepared to step in and save you, but it turns out I was simply overthinking!”

“Steve Price.”

“Yeah?”

“There’s no need for you to take care of Mrs. Mamet’s affairs. You have something more important to take care of.”