Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 761

Chapter 761: Chapter 761: International Oil Painting Exhibition

Lowen Clubhouse.

Caleb Mamet looked at the messages in his phone. Hayin clarified that she had no connection to Cold Night. Although he knew that Xaviera Evans said it deliberately for Boyd Drew to hear, it was clear that she believed it too.

International Oil Painting Exhibition in three days.

This exhibition lasted for three days, inviting famous painters from all over the world to participate. Each of them needed to bring their own works for the display. Lester Bank and his teacher Alan Willock went together.

Alan Willock was over eighty years old, with gray hair, and casually asked Lester, “I heard you have two talented disciples?”

Lester immediately waved and gestured Tracy Swift to come forward, “This is my disciple Tracy Swift, the daughter of the porcelain family, the Swift family. She is extremely talented.”

Alan looked at Tracy, nodding his head in satisfaction. He had also heard of Miss Swift, who was said to be clever, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting at the age of six, but he had never heard of her painting abilities.

“What about the other one?”

When Lester thought of Xaviera Evans, his complexion immediately darkened, “It’s not worth mentioning! It was her honor that I was willing to accept her as a disciple, but she refused. Since that’s the case, I don’t need to force her!”

Tracy scoffed discreetly. Xaviera was talented, but her character was too arrogant. Offending Lester meant it would be difficult for her to gain a foothold in the world of oil painting.

If Xaviera didn’t show up at the exhibition today, it would be fine. But if she dared to appear, Tracy would make her pay the price!

Tracy hooked her mouth in a smug smile. Now she was Mr. Lester Bank’s disciple, what qualifications did Xaviera have to compete with her?

…

On the other side, Xaviera got up early, washed and dressed. For this occasion, she specifically put on a delicate makeup look—light pink lips and simple eye makeup, making her look obedient and girlish.

“Caleb! Do I look pretty?” Xaviera was wearing a pink knee-length skirt, spinning around like a little girl in front of him.

Caleb touched his chin, eyeing her appearance, “How old are you now?”

Xaviera pouted, mockingly scolding, “You’re so annoying, forgetting even my age!”

The man hooked his lips, revealing tidy white teeth. His eyes softened, filled with indulgence, “Of course I know your age, but those who don’t might think Mrs. Mamet is only sixteen this year.”

Xaviera laughed triumphantly, “Of course, I am naturally very young!”

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and felt that the pink skirt might not be suitable, so she went back to the bedroom and changed into another one.

After ten minutes, Xaviera appeared in a yellow jumpsuit with a ponytail. It was by no means exaggerated to say she looked sixteen.

Caleb laughed helplessly, “Mrs. Mamet, when did you start having this kind of hobby?”

Xaviera grinned, “Of course you wouldn’t understand, but the old folks love children like this! Isn’t it very well-behaved, gentle and delicate?”

Caleb’s lips twitched, thinking if those words could really describe her—well-behaved and gentle?

Xaviera excitedly asked, “Should I change to a more festive color? The elderly will definitely like it! Or should I wear a skirt instead?”

“Whatever you wear, Cold Night would like it.” Caleb reassured softly.

Xaviera nodded thoughtfully. Caleb had met Cold Night before, so he must know his preferences. She still asked uneasily, “Will Senior Cold Night like me?”

Caleb nodded, pinching her soft cheek, “Yes, he will.”

Who wouldn’t like such a cute Mrs. Mamet?

At ten o’clock, the two appeared at the exhibition. Xaviera said awkwardly, “Caleb, I… I want to go to the bathroom. Wait for me here.”

Caleb kept a straight face. She always seemed guilty when lying in front of him. Seeing her head hung low and her uneasy appearance, the man casually said, “Okay.”

Xaviera immediately breathed a sigh of relief, “Wait for me, I’ll be back soon!”

After saying this, she hurriedly left.

Steve Price pointed in the opposite direction, “President, it seems that Madam went the wrong way. The bathroom is over there!”

Caleb smiled mysteriously, “She didn’t go the wrong way; that’s where she wanted to go.”

As a participating painter, Xaviera also provided two paintings—a previous work and one recently completed. The paintings had already been moved to the exhibition area, but every participant still needed to sign their names with the person in charge.

She quickly signed the name Hayin and then glanced at the names in front of her. They were all famous painters in the international community. Suddenly, she saw two familiar names.

Lester Bank and Tracy Swift.