Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 42

42 Chapter 42: Helping with

Collecting Corpses?

After sending Caleb Mamet the birthday gift, Xaviera Evans prepared to leave the Internet cafe.

Perhaps to save trouble, she sent Caleb the same glow stick figure she had sent to Mortimer earlier,

subconsciously thinking that Caleb might like such

weird stuff.

However, after sending it, Caleb didn’t respond at all, making her a bit uncertain.

Xaviera glanced at her silent phone with no email reply notifications and pursed her lips. What an impolite man.

She put her phone in her pocket and headed toward the cafe’s entrance, but before she reached the center of the cafe, someone stopped her. A lecherous man with a mouthful of yellow teeth grinned, “Hey, beautiful, are you alone? Wanna have some fun together? Big brother here can take care of you.”

As he spoke, the man tried to touch her face.

Xaviera stepped back to avoid the man’s large hand, and the crowd around them, enjoying the spectacle, yelled, “Just go with Big Brother Dragon! He’s pretty powerful around here. You won’t lose out following

him.”

Hearing the praise, Dragon seemed quite pleased with himself, “Hear that? Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you can walk sideways around here. Come on, let Big Brother Dragon get close and feel good.”

Dragon thought Xaviera wouldn’t refuse him again, but she stepped back once more to avoid his hand. His face instantly darkened, “You stinking bitch! Don’t get too full of yourself!”

Xaviera felt her pocket, but in her rush to leave the house that day, she had forgotten to bring a mint. With a cocky tilt of her chin, she said, “I don’t feel like fighting today, so… get away from me!”

There were hisses from the crowd.

“Haha, it’s over! The beauty isn’t giving face; Dragon’s going to take a hit.”

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“Too much fun, this girl isn’t just good–looking, she’s got a fiery temper too!”

“Only such a woman would be fun to play with, go on, Dragon, get her!”

Xaviera’s refusal had left Dragon with no face, and with the urging of the crowd, he lowered his voice and warned, “Woman, don’t push your luck. It’s your good fortune that Big Brother Dragon likes you. Don’t throw away the face I’m giving.”

With that, he tried to forcefully grab her arm.

“Bang!”

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Xaviera couldn’t help herself anymore – her wrist flipped, and she threw a punch right to Dragon’s nose bridge.

Slowly, two streams of blood flowed down.

Everything went quiet.

Dragon flew into a rage, “Bitch, how dare you hit me?! You must be asking for death… Ah!”

Before he could finish, Xaviera kicked him in the

stomach, “Hitting you? What’s wrong with that?” If he dared to harass her, he’d better be prepared to be

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Showing no mercy, Xaviera’s kick left Dragon feeling

as if his internal organs had shifted. The pain bent him over like a shrimp with a broken back. Dragon’s

underlings saw their boss being beaten up and stepped forward.

“Hit her, hit her!” Dragon clutched his stomach, ordered sinisterly, “Don’t hit the face, just take her to my room. I’m going to play her to death tonight!”

Xaviera was instantly surrounded by several men.

She flexed her wrists, ready for a fight. Today was Caleb’s and Mortimer’s birthday, and it would be best not to shed any blood at a birthday event. But she wouldn’t let anyone off the hook who deserved a beating! Neither Caleb nor Mortimer could see her anyway, so after she finished beating them up, she’d just run away and pretend nothing had happened!

When Caleb Mamet and Steve Price arrived, this was

the scene they saw.

Seven or eight men lying on the ground, moaning and groaning, with Xaviera Evans standing in the center, locking unsatisfied, “This is all you got? Pathetic.”

With these skills, they still came out to be thugs? Better go home and train for a few more years!

Steve Price adjusted his glasses, which were about to slide off his nose, and stammered to Caleb, “Mr… Mr. Mamet, should we go help Mrs. Mamet?”

Caleb: “Help? What for? Are we helping the ones on the ground with their funeral arrangements?” ®

Steve Price fell silent.

The thugs gave in, lying on the ground playing dead, not daring to respond to Xaviera’s taunts.

Xaviera pursed her lips in disappointment. She hadn’t had her fill of fighting yet, but these men were already down for the count. She straightened her clothes and walked away amidst the admiring and frightened gazes

of the crowd..

Just as she took a step, she suddenly locked eyes with

Caleb’s teasing gaze.

Xaviera: “?!‘

Why was he here?!

Seeing that Xaviera had noticed him, Caleb casually

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clapped his hands, “Mrs. Mamet, your skills are pretty good.”

Xaviera: “…

She suddenly understood how it felt to have a heart

attack.

Awkwardness lasted only for a moment as Xaviera

quickly recomposed herself and pointed to the men on the ground wailing, “They coveted my beauty and tried to take advantage of me.”

She turned her finger to point at Dragon, who was attempting to escape, “Especially this one. He wanted to catch me and play me to death.”

Xaviera’s intention was clear. She wasn’t the one who

provoked the fight; she was merely defending herself.

Caleb’s face darkened instantly, “Deal with them.”

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Steve Price understood what Caleb meant – the men

who had tried to lay their hands on their lady were

finished for the rest of their lives.

Xaviera didn’t bother to find out what happened to the men. Thinking that on Caleb’s birthday, he had to help her clean up the mess, she felt somewhat

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embarrassed, “Sorry for causing you trouble.”

Caleb glanced at her enigmatically, “No trouble, I should.”