Chapter 806: Mrs. Mamet is Lohill

Chapter 806: Chapter 806: Mrs. Mamet is Lohill

Sean Price said with disdain, “Miss Hughes has been abroad for so many years. If she hasn’t heard of designer Lohill, that would be a waste of time!”

Xaviera Evans: “…”

As expected of Caleb Mamet’s assistant, his words were just as sharp-tongued.

People whispered, “Mrs. Mamet is Lohill?”

“Lohill’s works are not many, but each one is exquisite, and her international reputation is even louder than Sally’s. What qualifications does Miss Hughes have to look down upon Mrs. Mamet?”

Seeing Caleb Mamet’s cold expression, everyone quietly left. Soon, there were only a few people left in the room.

Zora Hughes had a displeased look, her eyes downcast. She had originally intended to make Xaviera Evans lose face in public, but she ended up shooting herself in the foot instead.

She looked up and smiled indifferently, “Of course, I’ve heard of Lohill’s name, I just didn’t expect Mrs. Mamet to be Lohill.”

Caleb Mamet didn’t bother to respond to her words but instead turned to Xaviera Evans, gently saying, “The perfume exchange event won’t start for a while. Do you want to take a break first?”

Xaviera Evans nodded. Just as Caleb Mamet was about to leave with her hand in his, Zora Hughes suddenly spoke up, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, it’s been a long time. Do you remember…”

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Caleb’s tone instantly turned cold, filled with impatience. He probably thought she had already lost face in public and had no place to stay here any longer.

Zora Hughes’s expression stiffened, “Mr. Caleb Mamet…”

Caleb Mamet didn’t even bother to give Zora Hughes a glance, but instead bent down and gently asked Xaviera Evans, “Shall we go to the restroom? It’s too noisy here.”

“Mr. Caleb Mamet!” Zora Hughes called out, her face extremely ugly, “I know you’re angry with me for collaborating with the Drew family, but when I agreed to collaborate with them, I didn’t know about the connection between you and the Drews.”

“I can promise you that after this collaboration, I won’t help the Drew family anymore. I will do my best to help you in the future. So please, for the sake of our past relationship, can you forgive me?”

As Xaviera Evans listened to Zora Hughes’s words, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. Judging by Zora’s meaning, was she an old acquaintance of Caleb Mamet?

At this moment, Caleb Mamet slightly raised his eyes and looked at Zora Hughes.

As Zora Hughes met Caleb Mamet’s gaze, she hooked her lips into a smile, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, I knew you wouldn’t… ”

“Who are you?” Caleb Mamet looked at her with a baffled expression, and suddenly, the entire hall became quiet. The air seemed to have solidified.

Xaviera Evans and Caleb Mamet stood there casually as Zora Hughes could no longer hold her composure, her face went pale, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

After a long time, Zora Hughes finally regained her composure and explained helplessly, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, you probably don’t remember, but you saved me when I was five. So I definitely won’t forget you.”

Caleb Mamet looked at her thoughtfully.

Zora Hughes suddenly became excited, “Do you remember now? I was that little girl wearing a pink princess dress!”

“No impression.” Caleb Mamet coldly spoke again, “I’m sorry, Miss Hughes, but I honestly don’t remember. After all, not everyone has as good a memory as Miss Hughes, remembering things that happened when they were five years old so clearly.”

At his words, Zora Hughes’s expression stiffened, gradually becoming twisted.

Caleb Mamet glanced at her disdainfully, and then walked away with Xaviera Evans’s hand in his.

Watching their intimate figures, Zora Hughes gritted her teeth. She didn’t go after them, as there were too many people around.

On the other side, Xaviera Evans curiously asked as they were approaching the restroom, “Caleb… do you really not know that Miss Hughes?”

Caleb Mamet answered without hesitation, “Do I need to know her? She’s not my relative, not my friend. To me, she’s just a boring passer-by. It’s normal for me to forget her.”

Xaviera Evans nodded, habitually combing her hair, not realizing that Caleb Mamet’s eyes suddenly became fiery.

Only then did Caleb Mamet notice she was wearing something thin—a tube top with a lace skirt, revealing a delicate collarbone and fair neck. No wonder those men had been staring at her earlier.

He frowned, taking off his jacket and putting it over her, his voice commanding, “Put on my jacket!”

Xaviera Evans whispered, “But… this gentle-style dress won’t look good with a suit.”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

Xaviera Evans took off the jacket and smiled, “It’s okay; the perfume exchange is just two hours, and there’s air conditioning in the hall. It’s not cold at all. Other girls are wearing even less than me! Don’t worry, I’ll put the jacket on after the event and won’t catch a cold.”