Chapter 801: Chapter 801: Mortimer is a Face Control

Xaviera Evans knew very well that she had just started using hypnosis and that her body hadn’t fully adapted to it yet when she suddenly fainted after using it twice consecutively.

Leaning against the bed, she casually asked, “What’s happening with Boyd Drew?”

Caleb Mamet’s expression was subtle: “Boyd Drew was still suspicious if Cold Night was alive and even not sure what happened after attending the art exhibition. Suddenly he became open-minded and decided to use Cold Night’s paintings as perfume packaging. Everyone also supported him.”

Xaviera sneered inwardly. The assistants around Boyd Drew were all on Caleb Mamet’s side, so no one would object.

“Boyd Drew is too suspicious. I didn’t expect him to put the packaging into production without any doubts,” Caleb gazed at Xaviera with a smile, “Mrs. Mamet, do you have any idea what happened?”

Hearing Caleb’s profound words, Xaviera’s heart pounded fiercely. She guiltily said, “How would I know? Maybe he didn’t see Cold Night at the exhibition and suddenly figured it out.”

Caleb chuckled: “I don’t think he would figure it out for no reason. Someone must have said something. I remember he met with you alone. Did Mrs. Mamet say anything to him?”

Xaviera choked, did Caleb know?

Impossible!

She pretended to be composed: “Boyd Drew did come to see me alone, but not about Cold Night’s affairs. He wanted to persuade me to leave you. He’s such a schemer!”

Xaviera indignantly said: “I told him how much I love my husband and how could I possibly leave him? I scolded him and he left angrily. I don’t know what happened after that.”

Caleb smirked. Mrs. Mamet’s ability to lie was getting stronger.

She lay in bed, smiling slightly: “Caleb, I’m so tired. I’m going to sleep now.”

Caleb nodded, then got up and left, closing the door gently behind him.

After Caleb left, Xaviera finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought about telling Caleb about the hypnosis, but if she told him, he would discover her hypnotizing him in the future. After all, Caleb was so smart that he might resist the hypnosis!

…

Lowen Clubhouse living room.

Eric Salt sat leisurely on the sofa, sipping his coffee. Seeing Caleb walk downstairs, he raised an eyebrow unknowingly, “Caleb, it’s not easy to get a beautiful lady, you should treat her better. How could you let her faint? If this happens again, I won’t cover for you.”

Caleb curved his lips, “Oh.”

Eric Salt looked serious: “Your wife is so delicate and obedient. It’s bad enough when outsiders bully her, but how can you, as her husband, bear to do the same? She had to endure so much pressure marrying you. You should treat her better to make up for everything she’s given up for you!”

Caleb remained silent for a while, “Where did you hear all this from?”

Eric Salt proudly said, “I have dozens of spies under my command. Nothing big or small in Libanan can escape my eyes and ears.”

Caleb sneered: “Your subordinates are not very good.”

Just these few details from dozens of spies? Mrs. Mamet is weak and obedient, bullied by outsiders, married to him under pressure?

…

Four hours ago, in the exhibition hall.

Tracy Swift, after being publicly humiliated by Xaviera Evans and Carter, angrily returned to the restroom.

At this time, Maria and Meredith had just finished visiting the oil paintings on the first floor and heard people talking about Tracy Swift. Maria excitedly said: “Brother! Did you hear that? Tracy Swift, and Mrs. Swift have lost all their face this time! How pathetic!”

Meredith seemed indifferent: “It seems that we have to thank Black Tide a lot this time. But why is Tracy Swift always targeting Black Tide! Is it because she likes Mortimer? So she always targets Black Tide?”

Maria laughed coldly: “Just because Tracy Swift fancies Mortimer, it doesn’t mean Mortimer will like her! Black Tide is so beautiful! Tracy Swift is not even comparable to her hair, how could she steal Black Tide’s man?”

In fact, she had long known that Mortimer was obsessed with looks. She used to chase after Mortimer for an apprenticeship, but was constantly rejected. Although her skills were not as good as Black Tide’s, they weren’t far off. After all, she was on the hacker rankings. So she asked Mortimer why he wouldn’t accept her as his apprentice, only to receive a reply from him after a long time: you’re ugly.

At that time, Maria felt devastated. Although her looks were not as good as Black Tide’s, she didn’t consider herself ugly, at least better than Tracy Swift. But if Mortimer couldn’t stand her, he definitely wouldn’t like Tracy Swift either!