Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband
Chapter 307 - 307: In the End, It Still Belongs to Me

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: In the End, It Still Belongs to Me

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Afterwards, Xavier Hamer was escorted onstage by staff, and Zara Woods stood in front of him, her voice sweet: “I’m glad to have won this precious violin, and honored to donate three hundred million dollars to charity.”

She turned her gentle gaze to Mr. Hamer: “On this occasion, I’d like to give this violin to Mr. Hamer, and I hope the foundation will add his name as well, because, after all, this violin is for him. It’s like I’m offering flowers to Buddha.”

The person who donated the most at this charity auction would gain naming rights. Now that she had already donated three billion dollars, no one else would donate more than her, so the naming rights of the foundation would definitely be hers. Adding Mr. Hamer’s name was simply a way to win him over.

In this way, everyone would know how close she was to Mr. Hamer.

Xavier Hamer smiled slightly: “Thank you, Miss Woods, for the violin. On this occasion, I would also like to give away two things.”

At this moment, Xaviera Evans sat in her chair, drinking coffee indifferently.

Suki Woods sneered disdainfully: “Hmph! You still want to compete with my sister? You’re overestimating yourself! ”

Mrs. Woods said softly: “Miss Evans, Zara can let you have anything else, but this violin is something she must get. After all, it is for Mr. Hamer. I hope you don’t mind.”

Xaviera Evans glanced at them, looking nonchalant: “Mmm”

The Woods women were instantly infuriated.

The Woods family just lost over two hundred million dollars, and it’s all because of Xaviera Evan’s scheming.

Mrs. Woods glared at her, furious: “Xaviera Evans, you just said ‘highest bidder wins.’ Zara spent three hundred million dollars on that violin. Are you not convinced?”

At that moment, Mr. Hamer’s voice came through the microphone: “The violin will be given to…”

Everyone heard Mrs. Woods’s furious roar and couldn’t help but look over.

Mrs. Woods’s suppressed anger finally erupted, “No matter how much you want the violin, Zara won it now. You ran out of money, and you can’t blame others. What’s the meaning of that cold expression on your face?”

Suki Woods chimed in: “Is there really a need to ask? She’s jealous of my sister. Some people just can’t stand others doing well. She’s taken several items my sister wanted, and now that my sister got this violin, she’s sulking.”

Mrs. Woods snorted: “The violin has already been given to Mr. Hamer by Zara.

There’s no use in holding a grudge, or do you also want to hold a grudge against Mr. Hamer?”

Mr. Hamers words came slowly: “Given to—”

Mrs. Woods ignored everything, venting her anger: “Xaviera Evans, you must apologize to Zara, and we’ll leave it at that. Otherwise, if this gets out, people outside will say that you’re petty and vengeful, you—

Before she could finish speaking, Mr. Hamer said the person’s name.

“Xaviera Evans.”

Xaviera Evans hooked the corner of her lips.

Mrs. Woods was momentarily stunned. Who called Xaviera Evans’s name? Was she hallucinating?

Was that voice… Mr. Hamer’s?

The auction-goers who had been watching the quarrel also came to their senses, looking at Mr. Hamer on stage with shock, then at Xaviera Evans.

Wait a minute!

Had they heard wrong?

Mr. Hamer… wanted to give the violin to… Xaviera Evans?

Everyone stared in amazement, their faces full of shock.

Xaviera Evans put down her coffee cup, stood up slowly, and smiled meaningfully: “Mrs. Woods, could you please repeat what you just said?”

“You… you’re… jealous of Zara, so…”

Mrs. Woods was suddenly at a loss for words, her body weakening, she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking at Xaviera Evans in fear, her voice trembled: “You… it’s impossible… Mr. Hamer couldn’t have…

At this moment, the person in charge of the auction repeated Xaviera Evans’s name, shattering Mrs. Woods’s last doubt.

“Mr. Hamer has decided to give the violin to Miss Xaviera Evans, please, Miss Evans, come to the stage.”

Mrs. Woods immediately slumped helplessly in her chair.

Mr. Hamer wanted to give the violin to Xaviera Evans?

That despicable woman!

Xaviera Evans straightened her skirts and glanced at the Woods family. “Mrs. Woods, I’m sorry, but it looks like the violin… still belongs to me.” Xaviera Evans crossed the room, walking proudly to the stage..