Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao novel Chapter 227

227 Chapter 227: A Coincidental Meeting of Minds 

Caleb Mamet’s eyes were fierce, “Xaviera, you are too kind.” 

Xaviera suddenly looked up, her face full of confusion. 

His voice was cold, revealing the thoughts he had heard. 

“To destroy everything they have, make them wish they were dead, make them regret, break their reputation, and drive away their family and friends.” 

“Also, let them suffer endless torture, feel endless pain, let them kneel down and beg you, and finally die in despair.” 

Caleb said indifferently, “Only by doing this can it be considered revenge” 

Xaviera was stunned for a long time. 

Did Caleb… coincide with her thoughts? 

Xaviera’s face was full of surprise, but she still had to pretend to be weak. 

“Ah, Caleb, I’m so weak, how could I be so cruel and heartless…” 

“Hmm.” Knowing that exposing her would only embarrass her, Caleb agreed, “You don’t have to do it, I’ll help you.” 

She doesn’t need to get her hands dirty with blood. 

Xaviera was somewhat taken aback, a warmth in her heart. 

–“Wow! Caleb is so manly like this! I love him like this too much!” 

–“Xaviera, stay calm! Your little heart is beating too fast. You can’t let yourself be swept away by a 

man!” 

–“But I can’t help myself! He’s so handsome! I love him so much!” 

–“Caleb! Mua!” 

Listening to her inner thoughts, Caleb’s eyes softened, and he gently embraced her, holding her soft body close. 

They could clearly hear each other’s heartbeats, and Caleb had never felt so happy, as if he had gained the most precious treasure in the world. 

It was because he drank her blood that he could hear her thoughts, and perhaps the blood would lose its effect after some time, and he could only wait until the next time she was poisoned, drink her blood, and hear her thoughts anew. 

But Caleb couldn’t bear to see her hurt, even for him, cutting herself to save him. 

He would rather endure the pain of being poisoned, not hear her thoughts, than to see her injured. 

His eyes downcast, the man walked directly to his study, closed the door, and dialed Albert Sullivan’s phone. 

Albert was Xaviera’s senior fellow and should be willing to help him suppress the Evans family 

together. 

A few days later, Derek Evans called. 

He was arrogant, “The boss of Fragrant House invited us to a banquet, and as a member of the Evans family, you have to attend. Dress properly, don’t disgrace the Evans family, and meet at the entrance of Fragrant House at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.” 

Then he hung up. 

Xaviera was speechless. Her father always had an ulterior motive for getting up early and having her attend the banquet. 

Competing with her? Ridiculous! 

What was Fragrant House? It was her lair! 

The next day at ten. 

Xaviera was wearing a black, long dress that perfectly outlined her body, her seaweed–like hair draped over her shoulders, giving off an impressive aura, drawing everyone’s attention.