Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008: The Collapse of a Gentle and Weak Character

Chapter 1008 -1008: The Collapse of a Gentle and Weak Character

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Facing Yigol Mamet’s question, the person in charge answered truthfully: “The surveillance there is under maintenance and is not open to the public, but…”

Before the person in charge could finish, Yigol rushed out with Xenia Jaak, shouting, “Xaviera Evans is being followed, and that man definitely has bad intentions. We must hurry to save her! I’m going to beat that bastard to death!”

“But… Miss Evans is very safe. It’s the man who will be in a terrible situation.” The person in charge watched Yigol’s receding figure and finished the sentence.

Why was Mr. Mamet so worried? Didn’t he understand Miss Evans? If anyone should be afraid when sharing a room with her, it should be that man!

If they went a little later, that man might not even survive. If Mr. Mamet went, Miss Evans might show some restraint and spare the man’s life. It wouldn’t be good if someone died in Blue Dream Pavilion.

On the other side, Yigol used all his strength to run to the corridor where the surveillance disappeared. He searched each room and finally kicked open the door of the last room. But when he saw the scene inside the room, he was stunned.

Yigol’s anxious expression on his face froze, and his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, Xaviera was holding a knife against the man’s neck, and housekeeper Bronte was bound like a dumpling, all bruised and swollen. He was shivering against the wall, unable to speak clearly, “Save… Save me…”

He blinked his eyes. How was this different from what he imagined? Wasn’t Xaviera in danger? How could the one being beaten be this man?

Just ten minutes ago, Xaviera sighed helplessly, “I am very weak and don’t like to use violence, but you have really angered me.”

Housekeeper Bronte was scared, snot and tears all over his face. The one tied up was him, and the one beaten was also him. What right did Xaviera have to say she was angry? No matter how angry she was, she should have vented it now and calmed down.

“I’ve always wanted to be a weak and gentle lady, so I never fight or scold anyone outside. I just want to be a weak little girl. Why is it so difficult? Why did you have to force me to take action?”

Housekeeper Bronte was filled with grief, full of regret, feeling as if his intestines were turning green.

How could Xaviera call herself weak with the force behind her punches? She was probably more powerful than a boxer. One punch and he felt his nose was broken!

Xaviera stood up, looking down at the trembling housekeeper, smiling at him. She picked up the knife and pressed it against housekeeper Bronte’s neck.

At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, Xaviera frowned, not expecting someone to come to such a remote place. She looked up coldly, meeting Yigol’s anxious eyes.

“Xaviera! I’m here to…” Yigol’s words were caught in his throat. The person who needed help in front of him should be that man!

Yigol was utterly bewildered, and at this moment, he couldn’t help but doubt his life.

Xaviera smiled awkwardly. Why would Yigol come here? She was holding a knife now! This was too damaging to her image! Would anyone believe her if she said this man was trying to kill her now?

Xaviera didn’t know what to do. She quickly pressed the hidden button, the room suddenly brightened, and she hurriedly went forward to explain, “Yigol, listen to my explanation…”

“It seems I came here needlessly.” Yigol mumbled, “I thought too much. You can’t be in danger. The one who should be worried is that man!”

Xaviera hurriedly hid the knife behind her back, her face full of embarrassment.

At this moment, housekeeper Bronte, who was beaten black and blue, looked at Yigol as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. His eyes were full of hope. But before he could ask for help, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside. Xenia Jaak led a group of bodyguards in, hurriedly looking for Xaviera, and shouted, “Xaviera! Xaviera! Don’t be afraid! I’ll protect you! Who dares to hurt you!”

After speaking, Xenia Jaak suddenly froze. She looked at Xaviera, then at the housekeeper Bronte bound on the sofa, and couldn’t understand who had tied up the man and who had beaten him so severely.

She secretly thought that Yigol was too impulsive. Even if this man had ill intentions, there was no need to beat him like this! It would have been enough to tie him up and hand him over to the police. How was she going to explain this to the police now?

Xenia then ordered the bodyguards, “Carry this man out for me! How dare he bully my good friend! He’s got a lot of nerves!”