Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Season 3 Episode 57

The next day.

Xavier Hamer’s exhibition begins at 3 PM.

Xaviera Evans lost interest in his paintings long ago.

But Steve Price is Hamer’s die-hard fan, and it’s almost impossible to get tickets for the exhibition. Many wealthy families couldn’t even get tickets, let alone his assistant.

Additionally, Yigol Mamet had been clamoring to go, so Evans directly asked Hamer for two front-row tickets.

At 2 PM, Price and Mamet, both dressed in suits, were waiting at the entrance of the exhibition.

At 2:30 PM, people started to arrive.

Mamet looked around and saw Libanan’s elite, as well as people from the political circles.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “My idol is so handsome! Xavier Hamer is the best!”

No matter how distinguished they were, everyone had to patiently wait in line to see his exhibition, which was the greatest recognition for him.

Normally, such high-end exhibitions were quiet and orderly, but the silence was suddenly broken by a harsh female voice.

“Look carefully, these are our tickets! Why aren’t you letting us in?

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Price and Mamet followed the sound.

A middle-aged woman dressed in elaborate attire shouted with a dark expression, “Let me in! If you don’t, give me a reasonable explanation. I paid for these tickets!”

Everyone’s eyes fell on her, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Mamet whispered, “Mrs. Woods? Why won’t they let her in? Did she offend painter Hamer?”

At this moment, Mrs. Woods looked embarrassed and wished she could find a crack to hide in.

The Woods family had only managed to get two tickets, and she had come to the exhibition with her daughter.

However, they were stopped at the entrance, and the staff refused to let them in.

Mrs. Woods had never suffered such humiliation, “Give me a reason!”

The staff member helplessly smiled, “I’m sorry, but we received instructions from above not to let you in.”

Mrs. Woods was about to curse, but Zara Woods stopped her.

Zara gently asked, “We bought these tickets through official channels, so there shouldn’t be any problems. Can you please check if there’s any issue?

Zara had a good reputation in their social circle, so others soon chimed in, “That’s right, how could Miss Woods and her mother possibly buy fake tickets?

It must be your mistake.”

The staff member, left with no choice, turned around and made a phone call, then returned with an apologetic tone.

“I’m sorry, Miss Woods and Mrs. Woods. I’ve just talked to Mr. Hamer’s assistant. Mr. Hamer has cancelled the Woods family’s quota. As for the reason,

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I suggest you ask Mr. Hamer directly.”

Mrs. Woods was furious enough to spit blood!

It was hard enough for her daughter to get tickets, but now they couldn’t even enter the exhibition. And they were told that their quota had been canceled! However, she couldn’t think of any reason why the Woods family would have offended Hamer.

Mrs. Woods snarled, “Shut up! The Woods family never offended painter Hamer! This must be your doing! Let us in immediately!”

Zara remained silent and did not stop her mother.

She also believed that painter Hamer wouldn’t do this and figured it must be the staff member who had an issue with the Woods family.

“This is outrageous! We paid for our tickets, why can’t we go in? You say this is the assistant’s doing? Then let him come out and explain!”

“Alright, I’ll give you an explanation.”

At this moment, a gentle voice came from afar.

Xavier Hamer arrived from the studio to make the final arrangements with the staff.UppTodat𝒆d fr𝒐m nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

He said indifferently, “There’s no need to find the assistant. I’ll tell you personally.”

Everyone saw Hamer coming and flocked towards him, “Ah! Xavier Hamer is here!”

“Not only is Xavier Hamer talented, but he’s also so handsome!”

“I heard that Hamer is gentle and soft-spoken, so why would he make things difficult for the Woods family? The Woods family must have done something

to anger him’.

Amidst the crowd’s chatter, Mrs. Woods gnashed her teeth and shouted, “We’ve never even met painter Hamer. How could we have offended him? Mister Hamer, it’s good that you’re here. I want to know why you’re not letting me in.

Is it because your assistant is causing trouble?”

Hamer looked coldly at Mrs. Woods, then turned his eyes to Zara.

“Miss Woods, don’t you have anything to say?”