Caleb Mamet’s identity did indeed catch Xaviera Evans off guard. She had just arrived in Libanan and, although she knew who to avoid crossing paths with, she had trouble matching names to faces, which resulted in this colossal misunderstanding.
After a moment of silence, Xaviera recomposed herself and pressed a few buttons on her phone.
The Evans family would not let the matter of Mag Evans’ miscarriage end just because of her harsh words, and there would definitely be subsequent actions. Besides…
Xaviera smirked. She didn’t believe that Mag was actually pregnant.
A child of the Mamet family would be far more valuable than the Evans Group’s shares, and someone as cunning as Mag Evans wouldn’t fail to calculate that correctly.
Busy with their own affairs, Xaviera and Caleb silently sat in the back seat, each handling their own matters.
The driver quietly observed them through the rearview mirror and found that, even though they were strangers, they surprisingly fit well together when seated next to each other…
He laughed and shook his head. Was he really thinking that this audacious woman was suitable for his master, Mr. Mamet? He must be insane.
There was no conversation on the rest of the drive. The car entered the underground garage smoothly, and Xaviera yawned, following behind Caleb at a leisurely pace with her backpack.
She was pondering how to taste Caleb’s fingertips again…
“Beep.”
As the fingerprint lock opened, Caleb did not enter but gestured to Xaviera with a lift of his chin.
Xaviera: “???”
Caleb: “Fingerprint.”
Xaviera: “Oh.”
After entering, Caleb gave Xaviera a brief overview of the villa’s layout, but she seemed distracted throughout, not paying much attention.
Caleb couldn’t help but smile.
Glancing at Xaviera, who was clearly preoccupied, Caleb changed direction and led her to the third floor.
Compared to the first and second floors, the third floor was much more spacious and bright. Apart from the gym, there was only one room on the third floor.
At this point, Caleb suddenly asked, “How about you stay in this room?”
Xaviera’s eyes scanned the space. The room was sizable, with an attached balcony. The dark gray décor didn’t feel oppressive but rather gave off an incredibly luxurious atmosphere.
But…
A man’s jacket was draped over the chair, a man’s watch on the bedside table, and a finance book lay upside down on a nearby desk.
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