Chapter 23: Chapter 23: The Great Swindler
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If Caleb Mamet was right in his guess, after every kiss, Xaviera Evans was able to taste the original flavor of the food.
Liar! A big liar! She said she liked him, but she was clearly just using him as a seasoning!
Steve Price watched Caleb Mametâs increasingly gloomy face with fear, âMr. Caleb Mamet, are you worried about your wifeâs health? If youâre not sure, I can ask Levi to come and give her a comprehensive check-up.â
Caleb Mamet sneered: âNo need.â
Steve Price: â
Watching Caleb Mamet angrily close the door to his study, Steve Priceâs heart almost jumped out of his chest. Mr. Caleb Mametâs mood had been quite unstable recently. It was really like being with a tiger.
The commotion they made was quite loud, and Xaviera couldnât help but look up, just in time to meet Steve Priceâs helpless gaze.
Xaviera: âIs he angry again?â
Steve Price suddenly felt like crying. Mr. Caleb Mamet was just too hard to please!
âItâs fine, heâll be alright in a while.â Xaviera spoke as if she was experienced in dealing with this.
Steve Price shook his head, feeling that it wouldnât be easy to calm this matter down.
The one who caused the problem should be the one to solve it. He pushed up his glasses and sat down across from Xaviera, asking seriously: âMadam, do you like Mr. Caleb Mamet? You must like him, right? Otherwise, you wouldnât have married him.â
As he asked the questions, he secretly turned on the recording function of his phone.O
âLike?â
Xaviera instinctively counter-questioned: âWhat counts as liking?â
Steve Price:
âLiking someone means missing them when you canât see them, wanting to hug and kiss them when you see them, and wanting to be together all the time⊠right?â
It was hard for him, a single man, to be analyzing emotions for a married woman!
Xaviera compared what he said to her own situation, and besides wanting to kiss Caleb Mamet to regain her sense of taste, she didnât really fit the other conditions.
âThen I guess I donât like him.â
Xaviera analyzed the situation rationally: âI married Caleb Mamet because he was the only one who agreed to help me on that day at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
I needed a husband to help me get the shares of the Evans Group, and Caleb Mamet probably needed a woman to deal with his familyâs marriage pressure. So our marriage had nothing to do with liking each other, but simply served our individual needs.â
âServing individual needs, huhâŠâ
Steve Priceâs hand, holding down the recording key, trembled slightly. He felt like he couldnât see tomorrowâs sun anymore.
Maybe for Xaviera, it was all about serving individual needs, but he knew that to Caleb Mamet, it was definitely not just that!
If it were just about serving individual needs, he wouldnât have introduced Xaviera to them, nor would he have given her control of the villa.
âMadam, how do you feel about our Mr. Caleb Mamet? If you want to date someone, would vou consider him?â Steve Price couldnât help but crv.
After contemplating this question for a while, Xaviera thought she might be willing to consider it.
Although Caleb Mamet was prone to getting angry and could be a bit difficult, he was still quite cute.
Thinking of the protection he offered and the comforting embrace from the day before, Xaviera pursed her lips, feeling the urge to escape for the first time.
She didnât know how to answer Steve Priceâs question. SoâŠshe found an excuse and slipped away!
âMadam?â
The hand that Steve Price reached out only caught a wisp of air.
Please, finish your sentence before leaving, Madam!
He looked at the still-ticking recording device, unsure whether to save or delete it.
Xaviera went straight to the underground garage, where she remembered there was a modified sports car.
Her emotions were too unsettled, and she needed something more exciting to suppress them.
Steve Price heard the deep roar of a car engine and sprang to his feet. This noise wasâŠ
He rushed out the door, just in time to see the silver car body perform a drift, gracefully disappearing from sight.
Steve Price: â!â
Not caring that Caleb Mamet was still angry, he hurriedly ran upstairs and knocked on the study door: âMr. Caleb Mamet, your wife is driving away!â
Caleb Mamet didnât want to pay attention to him, but Steve Price kept repeating his message like a broken record. Irritated, Caleb Mamet yanked open the study door and asked grimly, âSo what if sheâs driving? Canât you drive?â
Steve Price blinked: âI can drive.â
So, itâs normal for his wife to drive too?
No! This wasnât about whether she could drive or not!
âYour wife is driving the modified racing car you own, not a regular car!â
Modified cars were made according to Caleb Mametâs habits, they were very different from normal cars. Xaviera, a girl, might easily have an accident driving an unfamiliar car!
Caleb Mametâs face changed: âWhat are you waiting for? Go find her now!â
Xaviera drove back to the apartment she had rented before.
This place was her secret base, mainly for dealing with some hacker issues.
After completing Moore Mametâs job last time, she hadnât been paying attention to the website. Now, after logging in, she found that Moore had sent her many messages, asking when she would start working on his issue..