Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 212 - 212: 212: The Prodigal Sons Go Online

“Although you are indeed too busy and don’t have enough rest every day, after all, it’s the wedding dress for the richest person in Imperial City. Please do it as soon as possible.”

The smile on Zara Woods’s face disappeared in an instant.

Steve Price was baffled. When did his brother become so eloquent?

Since his brother had spoken up, Steve Price didn’t want to be outdone: “Brother, what are you talking about? Even if Mrs. Price doesn’t design, what’s the big deal? So many people ask her to design dresses every day, she can’t promise all of them. Besides, with our president here, who can say anything even if Mrs. Price doesn’t do anything?”

Zara Woods’s mouth twitched, and she felt extremely awkward.

Did the Price brothers realize she was insinuating about Xaviera Evans?

Steve Price said with dissatisfaction: “Our Mrs. Price is from Lohill, not everyone can afford her. People who want her to design dresses for them can line up from here to Imperial City. Brother, you better stop urging Mrs. Price to work on the design draft.”

Zara Woods shuddered, her face full of astonishment.

Is Xaviera Evans from Lohill?

Is she really the internationally renowned designer Lohill?

Zara Woods had always been abroad and didn’t pay attention to domestic news, so she didn’t know Xaviera Evans was Lohill.

She bit her lip. Lohill’s identity had always been very mysterious. Whether Xaviera Evans was the real Lohill was uncertain. Maybe she just made up a lie to match Mrs. Mamet’s identity.

Zara Woods pretended to be surprised: “Xaviera is Lohill? I’ve always admired

Lohill, and I’ve always said that the person Caleb likes must be outstanding.” Xaviera Evans spoke indifferently: “Miss Woods is also right.”

“I’m very leisurely. When I design a dress, it is worth a fortune. I have so much money that I can’t spend it all, so I don’t need to work so hard and design clothes every day. Money is just a number for me.”

Zara Woods almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Was Xaviera Evans sarcastically saying that the clothes she designed by working so hard are not as valuable as one dress designed by Xaviera?

Zara Woods’ face turned pale, forcing a smile, “That’s right, no wonder you don’t like the clothes I designed. You’re also a designer, so you must have higher standards. Don’t worry, I’ll design new dresses soon…”

“Caleb, are you just going to watch Zara get bullied? She’s been working overtime to make the sixteen dresses, and Xaviera still doesn’t like them?”

At this moment, a young boy’s voice came from the entrance, and when Xaviera turned around, she saw Caleb and a young boy walking slowly towards them.

The boy was dressed casually, wearing designer brands from head to toe, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Xaviera knew who he was at first glance.

This was Caleb’s biological younger brother, Mrs. Mamet’s favorite son who she pampered from the heart, Yigol Mamet.

If it weren’t for Caleb taking complete control of the Mamet family after he became an adult, the current head of the family would be Mr. Yigol Mamet.

Yigol held his head up high in arrogance, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking very outrageous.

“Is this woman even fit to be the hostess of the Mamet family? Zara, who is more gentle, is much more suitable!”

Zara Woods hurriedly spoke up: “Yigol, don’t say that!”

Then she looked at Caleb with a gentle expression, “Caleb, he’s just a child and has always been willful. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“Is there anything wrong with what I said, Zara? You work so hard to design sixteen dresses, and she doesn’t even say thank you, but gives you a hard time instead! Xaviera, why are you so petty?”

Xaviera laughed lightly.

Didn’t Zara Woods design dresses for a reward? Since she took the money, wasn’t this what she is supposed to do?

How could designing a few dresses make her feel wronged?

Besides, if Zara Woods sincerely designed dresses for her, she would accept them no matter how they looked. However, these dresses all had ulterior motives.

Zara Woods lowered her eyes, bowed her head in aggrievement, “Yigol, don’t speak up for me. Xaviera is your sister-in -law, and you can’t speak to her like that. I’ll just design a few more dresses, and I don’t want to affect your relationship because of me..”