Before Mag could even process it, Xaviera tapped her pale fingertips on the coffee table and pouted her full lips, her tone carrying complaint: "So this is Moore Mamet's kind and gentle fiancée you mentioned? I don't feel impressed, kinda hypocritical..."
A fire instantly shot up in Mag's head!
How could this woman talk like this? What did she mean by she wasn't that great? What did she mean by a bit hypocritical? Who did she think she was?!
Moore furrowed his brows and pulled Mag to his side, reminding her: "Miss, Mag was just trying to help you; you don't have to appreciate it, but there's no need to step on her too, right?"
Xaviera looked at him with a half-smile.
"Teaching someone a lesson on my territory, and claiming it's for their own good?" Caleb Mamet sneered, his eyes cold and dangerous: "I wonder when the two of you earned the right to meddle in my affairs? Moore, have you forgotten the rules of the Mamet family?"
