Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 592: Chapter 592: Lowen Clubhouse has a Mole

Steve Price couldn’t understand, “For a man as ruthless and cold-blooded as the CEO, if he were to keep a pet, it should be a lion or a tiger, some fierce creature. Why did he adopt a little puppy?”

Caleb Mamet was the sky over Libanan, known to all for his bloodthirsty coldness, merciless cruelty, and formidable power. He wasn’t quick to anger, but was definitely the plague no one dared to provoke.

It was indeed unlike him, a man of such stature, to adopt a small abandoned dog.

Sean Price looked serious, “Steve, the CEO isn’t as indifferent as the rumors suggest.”

“He is actually good at heart. It’s just that the painful memories of his early years forced him to become indifferent. He wears an icy, deceptive mask, hiding the softness inside, for fear of being seen through.”

“It was the emergence of his lady, little by little warming the CEO’s heart, that led him to gradually shed his mask, and become a person of flesh and blood.”

…

Xaviera Evans was holding the well-behaved little dog, gently stroking its soft fur, “Haha… No wonder Nidya Hughes was so astonished after hearing you talk. She must have never imagined that you keep a little black dog in the courtyard.”

Caleb Mamet’s indifferent eyes suddenly flashed a hint of coldness, “Speaking of Nidya Hughes, she did remind me of something.”

“What is it?”

“There’s a mole in the Lowen Clubhouse.”

Caleb Mamet’s voice turned cold, as the smile on Xaviera Evans’ face gradually vanished, she suddenly realized.

Indeed, even she, the hostess, didn’t know about Caleb Mamet keeping a small dog in the courtyard. So how did Nidya Hughes, an outsider, know these details so clearly?

That person hypothesized that Caleb had a secret child living in the courtyard who had only moved in a year ago. Only the people at the Lowen Clubhouse would know about it. But who might it be?

Caleb Mamet’s eyes were deep, thin lips lightly opened, “It seems it’s time to clear out some ‘trash’.”

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The Drew family.

Boyd Drew was leisurely reclining on the sofa, savoring a sip of hot coffee.

Suddenly, his assistant rushed in, “Mr. Mamet! About that…”

Boyd Drew’s eyes sharply opened, “What’s Xaviera Evans’ reaction?”

He had already told Nidya Hughes the secret, and knowing her inability to keep secrets, she surely must have blurted it out. Xaviera Evans must already know of Caleb Mamet having an illegitimate child. From what he knew about Xaviera, she would most likely divorce him this time.

At this thought, Boyd Drew grinned. A divorced woman would need comfort, and that’s when he would step in and seize Xaviera effortlessly.

However, what the assistant nervously stated left him astonished, “Mr. Caleb’s son is… a dog!”

Boyd Drew’s eyes widened in disbelief, thinking that he had misheard, “Say that again?”

“A puppy! The rumored illegitimate child is just a dog!”

Boyd Drew was momentarily confused, “Does Caleb have a dog for a child?”

Impossible! The spies he had planted reported that Caleb had an illegitimate child living in the courtyard. How had that suddenly turned into a dog?

At that exact moment, a guest of the Drew family stepped in and heard the conversation, his eyebrows furrowed at the tasteless remark.

While the whole of Libanan knew about the hostile relations between Caleb and the Drew family, badmouthing others like this was unbecoming.

“I heard that Mr. Drew is cordial and gentle, but seeing him today, I realize it’s all a façade. He’s polite upfront, yet slanders Mr. Caleb behind his back by saying he had a dog for a son!”

The rest of them quietly chimed in, “Indeed, if Mr. Caleb has a son or not is none of his business! To say his son is a dog is extremely disrespectful!”

Boyd Drew was choked up, his fury couldn’t find an outlet.

The informant he had at the Lowen Clubhouse couldn’t have misled him, so how did the illegitimate child suddenly turn into a dog? What had really happened?

Moments later, another underling rushed in, “Mr. Mamet, things aren’t looking good! All the people we had placed in the Lowen Clubhouse have…”

Boyd Drew abruptly sat up from the sofa, anxiety stirring in his heart.

“They’ve all been taken care of by Mr. Caleb and driven out of the Lowen Clubhouse. Not one was left.”

Boyd Drew’s eyes narrowed.

Caleb Mamet was resolute and decisive in his actions. He’d removed all the spies within a day without leaving a single one behind? It appeared he had sensed this long before, pretending to be oblivious all along. Yet he suddenly decided to eliminate them all so recklessly this time.

Did Caleb feel these people didn’t deserve to stay, or had this situation hurt Xaviera?