Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 974 - My Teammates Praise Me for Being Like
Chapter 974: Chapter 974: My Teammates Praise Me for Being Like an Elementary School Student
Chapter 974: Chapter 974: My Teammates Praise Me for Being Like an Elementary School Student
Xaviera Evans stood at the door observing Yigol Mamet, thinking that Yigol couldn’t possibly be Jenny Green’s biological son. How could someone as malicious and plain as Jenny produce someone as handsome and kind as Yigol? Jenny’s son should be someone like Boyd Drew, an average-looking cunning man.
Yigol’s eyes were always clear, his smile warm and inviting. He was a sunny and gentle young man, effortlessly capturing the hearts of young girls with just one look, yet completely unaware of his own charm.
As he heard the girl’s voice, Yigol slowly looked up at her and replied softly, “Yes.”
His voice was a perfect match for his gentle and handsome face. The girl’s cheeks gradually turned red as she fell deeper into his emotional web.
The two talked, and Yigol casually asked about the earlier incident. The girl answered truthfully, and though a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, it did not reach his eyes.
He was tall, with his head bowed down. The girl gazed up at him, and the scene of their conversation was like a beautiful painting. The girl was captivated by his smile, her eyes full of affection.
However, the next second–
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Yigol: “F*ck! Are you kidding me? She wants to buy Xaviera Evans’ design drawings? Does having money make her great? Even if she’s rich, can she be richer than Xaviera Evans? If she’s so awesome, why doesn’t she just buy out the Mamet Corporation?”
The girl’s expression suddenly stiffened, her eyes filled with shock as the love disappeared.
Xaviera, standing nearby: “…” Why did this cute and handsome boy have such a mouth on him?
However, Yigol showed no sign of realizing anything was wrong, still chattering away: “How dare they say Xaviera Evans plagiarized? Her designs drawn with her feet are better than that little bitch Eve Doleman! Don’t they know that acting so superior will get them struck by lightning? What the hell!”
The young girl stood still, her mouth twitching slightly, looking heartbroken. This man was so tender and affectionate when he was silent, with every move he made so charming. But once he opened his mouth…
Yigol seemed not to notice the girl’s troubled expression, angrily shouting, “Those darn producers even helped that Eve Doleman cover up the truth and dared to delete the surveillance footage! Are they tired of living? I’m going to settle this with them and show them the consequences of offending Xaviera Evans.”
As he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed the young girl still nearby. The girl, who had been looking so gentle, was now gazing at him with disgust, her eyes rolling. “Mister, please just shut up, okay?”
After saying that, the girl hurriedly left, perhaps heartbroken.
Yigol furrowed his brow, feeling that the situation was even more vexing than he had imagined. Eve Doleman’s shamelessness knew no bounds, and he had to take revenge for Xaviera!
At this moment, Xaviera slowly approached, giving him a strange look before sighing helplessly, “Yigol, do you know why you can’t find a girlfriend?”
Yigol frowned, “Xaviera!”
After his dissatisfaction passed, Yigol became curious and leaned in to ask, “Xenia Jaak asked me the same question, but I don’t quite understand. Can you tell me?”
Xaviera looked at him sympathetically, “It’s okay. You’re fine the way you are.”
Originally, Xaviera planned to return to Libanan after filming the show, but now that Yigol had come as well, she decided to stay in Torree City for a few more days. Caleb Mamet had bought a villa in Torree City, and although no one had lived in it for a long time, it was regularly cleaned.
By the time they returned to the villa, it was already evening. On the way, Yigol learned from Xaviera’s account that Eve Doleman was from the Hughes family of Lokio.
“All these Hughes family members from old to young are so annoying!” Yigol glanced at Xaviera and said softly, “You shouldn’t bother with them. They’re just a bunch of hoodies, not worth your anger. Forget about today’s incidents and let’s play games instead!”
At the mention of playing games, Xaviera’s eyes lit up. Just as she took out her phone, she heard Yigol chuckle: “I’ll have you know, I’m pretty good now. My teammates even praise me when I play.”
“What do they praise you for?” Xaviera had seen Yigol’s gaming skills, which were truly abysmal. It was a shame for his face that looked like a gaming magnate’s.
Yigol looked up and grinned proudly, “My teammates say I’m like a primary school student. Isn’t that praising me for being young?”
Xaviera: “…” Yigol, are you sure they were praising you? Saying you’re like a primary school student implies that you’re as terrible at games as a primary schooler!
