Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 746: Chapter 746: Hayin is His Disciple

Xaviera Evans said with an indifferent tone, “There’s no need to make a fuss about it yet.”

Sean Price, with a puzzled look on his face, said, “But that person plagiarized your work, and you should have been the champion of the Star Music Festival!”

“It’s not as simple as that. The evidence has to be presented at a special moment to have the greatest effect. She should pay the price for bullying my friend!” Xaviera said with a sinister smile.

“Just because she stole my account doesn’t mean she owns those songs. If she doesn’t have the ability, she shouldn’t boast. It’ll only bring her trouble!”

After obtaining copyright verification, Xaviera went to the Fragrant House with Yigol Mamet to attend Xenia Jaa’s birthday party.

On the other side, Caleb Mamet stood in front of the office window, with a middle-aged man standing behind him. The man respectfully said, “Mr. Cold Night, this year’s International Painting Exhibition will be held in Libanan. We hope you can attend.”

Every year, the person in charge would invite Cold Night to the International Painting Exhibition because of his enormous influence. His admirers were all over the world. Unfortunately, he was a low-profile person who never showed his face and didn’t participate in any exhibitions or competitions.

Thirteen years ago, a painting that amazed the entire oil painting world appeared out of nowhere. People thought it was a new work by a hidden senior artist. The International Oil Painting Organization conducted an extensive investigation and found that the creator of the painting was a thirteen-year-old boy.

No one could imagine that a thirteen-year-old boy could create such a masterpiece. After much investigation, the International Oil Painting Organization confirmed that the boy was none other than Cold Night himself.

Regrettably, Cold Night was different from other artists. For him, painting was just a form of entertainment. He didn’t devote his heart to it and only painted in his spare time. He would produce a new piece every two or three years. He didn’t care about his accomplishments in the art world.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upon seeing Cold Night’s painting for the first time, the president of the International Oil Painting Organization decided to hand over the presidency to him. Unfortunately, he declined, and he never attended the annual International Painting Exhibitions.

The man felt disheartened, guessing that Cold Night would still decline the invitation. But to his surprise, the next second…

Caleb Mamet casually said, “Alright.”

The middle-aged man stood still for a few seconds, then his eyes filled with surprise and excitement. With a trembling voice, he asked, “Mr. Cold Night, are you serious? We promise not to reveal your identity and not cause you any trouble!”

Caleb Mamet nodded, “My assistant will give you my exhibit later. In addition, someone else will attend the event with me.”

Since Cold Night’s works were incredibly valuable, the International Oil Painting Organization would only temporarily exhibit his works. After the exhibition, the works would be returned to Cold Night.

The man hesitated for a moment, “Mr. Cold Night, you mentioned that someone else would be attending with you. May I ask who that person is?”

They had been inviting Cold Night every year since thirteen years ago, but he always declined. Was it possible that he agreed to attend this time because of this person?

Caleb Mamet smiled slightly, “Hayin will be attending with me.”

The man widened his eyes, surprised and delighted, “Miss Hayin? She’s… she’s actually attending too?”

“Yes.”

After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Cold Night, may I be bold enough to ask what the relationship between you and Miss Hayin is?”

Both of their names contained the character ‘寒,’ and they were close in age. Although the outside world thought they were much older, the International Oil Painting Organization knew their actual ages. Moreover, both of them were extremely low-key.

Caleb Mamet’s mouth curled up at the corners, “What do you think the relationship is?”

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then said confidently, “Miss Hayin must be your disciple! I remember she’s only 20 years old, so she would be the right age to be your disciple.”

Caleb Mamet: “…” How annoying! Did he not look like her husband at all?

…

At five in the afternoon.

Xaviera and Yigol arrived at the Fragrant House. At that moment, the hall was crowded with people who were heading upstairs.

“There are so many people!”

The manager next to them explained, “Miss Xaviera, in addition to Miss Joy’s birthday party, there’s also an apprenticeship banquet at the No.1 Private Room today. I heard that the teacher is a famous oil painter with disciples all over the country. Many friends are attending the apprenticeship banquet, filling up Fragrant House.”