Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband C.405 - : A Large-scale Social Death Scene

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: A Large-scale Social Death Scene

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Caleb Mamet didn’t reveal his identity, and someone reminded him, “Sir, we’re having a party here, did you walk into the wrong place?”

The man’s eyes dropped, his tone indifferent: “No.”

“This is a gathering of internet friends from our chat group, do you…”

“I am Mortimer.”

Xaviera Evans shivered on the spot.

Dora widened her eyes and blurted out, “Mortimer? Black Tide, didn’t you say Mortimer is a big-bellied, greasy man?”

Xaviera Evans: “!!!” Damn! She’s done for. How could she possibly explain this?

This man is nothing like a big-bellied, greasy man!

Everyone looked on in admiration. “Mortimer? You’re the legendary Mortimer? Black Tide, did you actually invite Mortimer to come?”

“I never expected Mortimer would come to the gathering. Did you come here for Black Tide? Please have a seat!”

Mortimer was like a god in the hacker world, so his appearance immediately caused a huge stir.

They didn’t expect Mortimer to show up. They were extremely excited, and what was supposed to be a casual meetup suddenly became like a fan meeting.

Caleb Mamet raised the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with a meaningful smile: “It seems like you were just talking about my junior sister’s husband? Why don’t you tell me about it?”

Xaviera Evans laughed awkwardly, her legs going weak from fright.

What a disastrous scene! She regretted it so much! Why couldn’t she keep her big mouth shut?!

She really didn’t mean any harm; she was just bored and gossiped a little with her friend about her own husband. Besides, she didn’t know Caleb Mamet would be her senior fellow at the time, so ignorance should be her excuse.

But who would’ve thought Dora was still full of anger: “Mortimer! You must help your junior sister!”

Caleb Mamet glanced at his wristwatch and raised an eyebrow.

Dora continued complaining, “Mortimer, your junior sister married a scoundrel! He married Black Tide but always abused her, didn’t give her meals, don’t you want to avenge her?”

Caleb Mamet looked at Xaviera with a cold smile, “Is that so?”

Xaviera’s mouth twitched, “Well, I…I…”

Caleb’s face was full of ‘gentleness’, “Junior sister, come here.”

Dora pushed her in a hurry, “Hurry up and go! Your senior fellow seems amazing, he’ll definitely avenge you, and you won’t be bullied any longer.”

Xaviera bit her lip, her eyes full of despair. She walked hesitantly over to Caleb and laughed awkwardly.

The man bent down, moved closer to her ear, and lowered his voice to ask, “Mrs. Mamet, I don’t give you meals?”

Xaviera shivered all over, extremely nervous, stuttering, “This…this is a misunderstanding, please hear me out…”

Before she could explain, Caleb chuckled, “You’re so fat that you can’t even fit into your old skirts, and you say I don’t give you meals? What would you look like if I did?”

Xaviera: “?”

The words she was about to explain got stuck in her throat!

Fat? Don’t you know that this word is like a death curse for women?!

F*ck! She suddenly felt all her previous complaints were justified. Caleb Mamet is a piece of sh*t!

Gaby Rome watched the two whispering and quietly closed their mouth. They actually wanted to tell everyone that Mortimer was Black Tide’s husband, but they thought it’d be better for the couple to reveal it themselves.

After a while, Caleb Mamet sat on the sofa and took a sip of coffee.

Although Star members rarely met in person, they often chatted online, and some had known each other for more than a decade. When they got together, they didn’t feel like strangers and started gossiping.

“Although Black Tide calls Mortimer senior fellow, he should technically be her master, right?”

“Yes, it was Mortimer who discovered Black Tide’s talent and taught her to become a hacker. It’s just that Black Tide thought Mortimer was too young and didn’t want to call him Master.” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

There are many master-apprentice relationships within Star. Only a genius like Mortimer could establish rules, while others with great talent need guidance.

Someone whispered, “I seem to remember Mortimer saying that he wouldn’t take apprentices. Maria wanted to be apprenticed to Mortimer and begged for many days, but Mortimer refused.”

At this moment, Xaviera was playing cards with her friend.

Dora was standing next to her, being noisy. Before she could finish speaking, the door to the card room was suddenly slammed open —

Everyone looked up, and saw a woman with a fierce look on her face.