Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 344
Chapter 344: Chapter 344: I Have Already Given Up on the Evans Family
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Before getting into the car, Mag Evans’s ears were filled with curses, which almost made her faint.
Bitch! I won’t let you off the hook!
On the other side of the stage, the headmaster looked embarrassed, like an ant on a hot pot.
He could not have imagined that the money Mag donated was illegally obtained, so the school couldn’t use it. But the school had already taken the money, and the construction of the teaching building had started.
With a troubled expression, the headmaster said to Moore, “I’ll refund half the money to you, and Mag’s name…”
The rest of the sentence was unnecessary; everyone understood that a thief couldn’t be included in Libanan University’s list of distinguished alumni.
Moore Mamet looked gloomy, feeling everyone’s mocking gaze. They all laughed at him for abandoning a noble lady and opting for a cunning girl born out of wedlock.
At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, his eyes coldly staring at Xaviera Evans.
“Xaviera.”
Xaviera lifted her eyes, “Mr. Mamet should think about how to save his fiancée instead of coming to me.”
Moore knew the incident had caused considerable negative impacts on both himself and his company; the losses were immeasurable.
Frowning, he forced down his anger: “Xaviera, did you know about this all along?”
Xaviera snorted with a smile and nodded.
Moore felt a sudden pain in his heart as he questioned: “Then why didn’t you tell me? If I had known the money Mag stole, I…”
Moira Besian and Derek Evans glared viciously at Xaviera.
“Yes, why didn’t you tell us if you knew? Did you intentionally want to see our Evans family humiliated?”
Moira Besian slammed the table fiercely, her eyes full of malice, “Scoundrel! If you had told us, the Evans family wouldn’t have been humiliated in public!”
Xaviera didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled enigmatically: “Madame Evans, I remember I said it.”
Moira Besian’s face darkened.
Xaviera spoke firmly: “I warned you not to mention the money. Moore’s 1+0 million dollars were transferred from his company, but you had no idea where Mag’s 40 million came from.” Moore suddenly felt dizzy.
Yes, Xaviera had said it before.
Xaviera sneered: “It’s funny to blame me for not telling you when you’ve never given me a chance. As soon as I mentioned it, you accused me of being jealous of Mag, slandering her with nonsense. Since you’re convinced that I framed Mag, there’s nothing for me to explain. Now, you’re turning around to blame me. Isn’t that unreasonable?”
“Madame Evans, I’ve given up hope on the Evans family.”
Moira Besian trembled and slumped into a chair, unable to move.
Moore stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.
Xaviera had told them; they just didn’t believe her.
“Moore, about this building…” the headmaster began with difficulty.
At this point, Yigol Mamet spoke up loudly: “Wait, let me say something!”
The headmaster immediately became alarmed. Mag stole Yigol’s money to donate to the school, and the school had already accepted it. He didn’t know if Yigol would vent his anger on Libanan University.
Thinking of this, the headmaster quickly bowed respectfully: “Mr. Mamet…”
Yigol hurriedly ran up, casting a cold glance at Moore, “It’s just a building. If Mag used my money to make the donation, consider it my donation. You don’t need to return the money.”
Upon hearing this, the headmaster was overjoyed: “Mr. Mamet, the teachers and students of Libanan University will be forever grateful for your generosity. If you don’t mind, could we take a photo with you to include you in our list of distinguished alumni?”
“Of course, but I have one more question.”
Yigol turned his head, looking disdainfully at Moore: “If I donate to the school, will my name be listed in the alumni list alongside that of this scoundrel?”
The headmaster choked on his words.
Technically… it was true.
Yigol and Moore had both donated equal amounts to build teaching buildings, so naturally, their names should be added to the distinguished alumni list together.
The Magre Building couldn’t be used anymore, so the name Mag’ should be replaced with ‘Yigol,’ that is, ‘Yigolin Building.’
Yigol couldn’t stand the idea of his and Moore’s names being placed together, so he said, “I don’t want my name to be placed alongside his!”
