Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband
Chapter 1181 - Chapter 1181 Chapter 1179 Dreaming of Being Sixteen

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1179: Dreaming of Being Sixteen Chapter 1181: Chapter 1179: Dreaming of Being Sixteen Noah was about to leave when Ban hurriedly stopped him. “Noah!”

Ban looked at the assistant who had accompanied him for two years, his eyes filled with strangeness. With a hoarse voice, he asked, “Whose… Whose side are you on?”

Over the past two years, he had never mistreated Noah, and had been generous with money. There was no reason for Noah to betray him. The only explanation was that since Noah entered the Drew family, he had been concealing his true identity as part of a plot.

Ban never imagined that two years ago, Caleb had already planted someone by his side.

Noah was silent for a while before glancing at Ban. “You’re wrong. I’m not Mr. Caleb Mamet’s man.”

Ban’s voice trembled slightly, “Then whose man are you?”

“I can accurately tell you that I was not Mr. Caleb Mamet’s man in the past. I only became his man half a year ago.” Noah spoke profoundly, with a hint of mocking laughter in his eyes.

Ban was puzzled. He only became Caleb’s man half a year ago?

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly an idea emerged–the time when Caleb and Xaviera Evans got married. Subsequently, Noah became Caleb’s man. Could it be related to Caleb’s marriage? Was Noah Xaviera’s man?

It was absolutely impossible! Xaviera was just a wild girl who had been wandering outside. How could she have someone as capable as Noah under her?

Before he could figure it out, Noah left the main house. From that day on, the Drew family was immersed in pain and torment. Ban was no longer the esteemed head of the Drew family, Vivian Drew was no longer the pampered daughter, and Boyd Drew’s fate was even more miserable. It was already a miracle that he could survive.

…

Returning to the Lowen Clubhouse, Xaviera received a message from Noah. The Drew family was now completely incapable of turning the situation around. Caleb did not want to waste time on these people, but Xaviera was happy to see the Drew family struggle in pain.

Boyd Drew’s reputation was ruined, Ban lost the position of family head, but Vivian Drew still had some power in the upper class society. After all, the Drew family used to have a place in Libanan’s upper-class society, and she was always sought after by many noblewomen.

Now that the other members of the Drew family had been punished, Vivian had not been affected too much. Of course, that couldn’t be allowed.

“Caleb, if I take action against the Drew family again, do you think I’m cruel?” Xaviera asked tentatively.

Caleb raised his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. “Mrs. Mamet is so cute, how could I think you’re cruel? Besides, they don’t deserve sympathy.”

Steve Price, who was beside them, “…”

The CEO is showing affection at all times!

Xaviera nodded. The Drew family had done so many evil deeds, left a shadow on Caleb’s childhood, and even tried to harm him. They indeed did not deserve sympathy. Their fate was all due to their own making.

Xaviera’s eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned on Caleb and smiled.

Caleb gently stroked her head. “Xaviera’s smile is so beautiful.”

…

Late at night, Caleb finished his work and gently pushed open the bedroom door. Xaviera was curled up by the bed, frowning.

Caleb walked into the dim room, blurriness filling his vision, but he could habitually navigate to the bed. He tenderly touched Xaviera’s brow and noticed her furrowed eyebrows.

He rarely saw Xaviera with a worried expression on her face, but now she was curled up, as if having a nightmare.

Caleb lay down beside her, his long fingers gently smoothing her eyebrows. He held her gently in his arms and closed his eyes.

Sir Drew’s words still echoed in his ears – the miracle doctor Saint Hand, Xaviera, his mother. It seemed that every matter was related. Could it be that his poison is truly incurable?

Caleb gradually fell asleep. In his dream, he returned to the age of sixteen. At that time, his eyes were already filled with coldness and paranoia, and an aura of “stay away” emanated from him.

As a top hacker, he had repeatedly refused invitations to gatherings, but he attended that particular one. As expected, no one wanted to interact with a cold, fierce-looking teenager. He dressed in all black, his hair slightly covering his eyes as he coldly watched people passing by.

He did not want to interact with anyone and just sat in a corner with a computer to process orders. The next moment, a childish voice came from behind him.

“There’s a problem here. You should try a different method.”

The speaker was a little girl, about ten years old, with a soft voice but a very decisive tone.