Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Heard You’re Going To Apologize To Me?

“Mr. Lester Bank,” the person in charge quickly interrupted, his face full of embarrassment. “Please stop.”

But Lester didn’t hear the other’s warning and continued unrelentingly, “I already gave her face before, and now she has the audacity to come over here. She’s got no one to blame but herself…”

Before he could finish those last few words, the person in charge interrupted him again, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you keep talking like that, Mr. Willock won’t have a chance to begin his apprenticeship.”

“What are you talking about? Xaviera knows the painter of this work? That’s really hilarious!”

As soon as his words fell, the person in charge looked disgusted. “This Miss here is the painter of this work, Mr. Lester Bank. Could you please shut up now?”

The room immediately fell silent, as if the air itself had solidified.

Lester felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind a blank, buzzing in his ears. His legs went weak, and he looked at the person in charge in disbelief.

How is this possible? He actually said Xaviera was the painter of this work.

Tracy Swift’s face turned pale, and she subconsciously looked towards Xaviera, meeting her calm and mocking eyes.

No! That can’t be!

Xaviera is only twenty years old, how could she create such a perfect work? This must be fake!

At this moment, Lester shook all over, almost going mad. “No! I don’t believe it!”

The next second, Xaviera slowly walked over to him, her face half-smiling and half-serious. “Mr. Bank, I heard you wanted to apologize to me? I’m here now, so it’s time for you to show it.”

The entire room was silent.

After a moment, Lester slowly came to his senses, the corners of his mouth twitching, and his face becoming increasingly distorted. “Mr. Charlie, you must have made a mistake… She… How could she possibly…”

The person in charge grew impatient, “Mr. Bank, are you questioning the openness of the International Oil Painting Exhibition? I can clearly tell you that this painting was indeed done by Miss Xaviera, and I personally saw her paint it. If any of you don’t believe it, there are cameras in the studio, and I can pull up the footage for you all to see.”

With these words, everyone in the room believed that Xaviera was indeed the painter of this work.

At this time, Lester was trembling, his mind in chaos. How could this girl, who couldn’t even produce a complete work, create such a perfect painting?

Equally shocked was Tracy Swift. She clenched her teeth, her fingertips digging into her palms. Only the sting from the pain could keep her calm and composed in front of everyone.

Xenia Jaak watched the two’s expressions and finally let out a relieved breath. She coldly snorted, “Mr. Lester Bank, if even your Master wants to take Xaviera as his Master, what right do you have to take her on as your disciple with your level of skill?”

Lester’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn’t speak with his head hung low. At this moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He had never been so humiliated in his entire life.

“Mr. Lester Bank, didn’t you say you wanted to apologize?” Xenia spoke up.

Tracy Swift, seeing the situation, stammered, “Miss Joy, no matter how you look at it, Mr. Bank is still an elder… how could he…”

“What elder?” Xenia coldly interrupted. “If Xaviera agrees to become the Masters’ teacher, by seniority, she would be Lester’s grandmaster. So, Xaviera is the elder here, and it’s Lester who has offended a senior. Shouldn’t he apologize? And just now, it was he who said he’d apologize to Xaviera!”

Tracy Swift was choked up, her face turning red. As the Miss of the Swift family, she was being lectured by an ignorant and incompetent girl in front of everyone.

The person who was even more embarrassed was Lester. Just a moment ago, he had mocked Xaviera, but now, she had become Mr. Willock’s teacher.

Mocking voices reached their ears, “If I were Lester, I would be too ashamed to stay here. Just now, he mocked Miss Evans, but it turns out she’s a genius who doesn’t need him as a teacher.”

“Miss Xaviera’s paintings even left the two Masters speechless. What face does Lester have to be her teacher? What can he teach her with his level of skill?”

“Yes! No wonder Miss Xaviera didn’t want him as a teacher, he wasn’t even qualified enough!”

“Apologize! What are you waiting for? Were your words just hot air?”

Lester’s face turned red and white, struggling with humiliation and unwillingness. His body swayed slightly as if he would faint any second.

Alan Willock stayed in his place listening for so long, and finally understood the situation. So he walked up to Xaviera and said, “Uh… Master, have you had a grudge with my disciple before?”

Everyone thought that Xaviera would be too angry to speak to Alan, but instead, she just smiled lightly, “Yes, he’s offended me several times. My patience for him has reached its limit.”