Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 361: 361: Mrs. Mamet’s Performance is Just Average?

Chapter 361: 361: Mrs. Mamet’s Performance is Just Average?

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Xaviera Evans slowly walked onto the stage, “Everyone knows that I didn’t make it to the finals before, and I haven’t touched the violin much in the past three years. So, my level is still the same as three years ago. If my performance isn’t up to par, I hope Mr. Martin and Miss Woods won’t be disappointed, and spare me some face, okay?”

Maxwellx Martin laughed disdainfully: “Miss Evans need not worry. I am a judge, and my comments represent professional criticism. That is beyond doubt.”

His words were ambiguous. He did not say he wouldn’t criticize Xaviera, merely that he would give a professional critique, which meant, even if he said unpleasant words, it would be about the music, not aimed at her personally.

Moreover, he was quite confident that Xaviera’s level was definitely not comparable to Zara Woods.

Zara Woods hung her head low, a smug smile spreading across her face. After the banquet, all of Libanan would know that Xaviera Evans was ignorant and incompetent, a total waste!

What right did such a woman have to be Mrs. Mamet? Only she, Zara Woods, was worthy of standing by Caleb Mamet’s side and being his only woman!

Xaviera picked up the violin, thought for a few seconds, then elegantly lifted her head, revealing her extraordinary contours. At that moment, beautiful notes flowed from her fingertips.

Everyone held their breath.

Everyone closed their eyes, quietly savoring the beautiful music. Sometimes they seemed to be drifting on a small boat in the vast sea, other times they were lying in a grass field, counting the stars in the sky. The soothing music, like a gentle stream, flowed into everyone’s heart, stirring a faint sadness.

Then, someone reacted: “Xaviera’s performance… is quite good!”

“Indeed! It’s really beautiful. Miss Evans hasn’t performed for three years, yet she can play at this level, she’s truly a genius!”

“However, it’s still a bit worse than Miss Woods.”

Zara Woods chose to play a light-hearted piece, which easily lifted the atmosphere on such a day. However, a sorrowful piece like this was more suitable for a quiet concert hall or a musical concert.

Maxwellx Martin frowned and spoke unpleasantly: “It’s passable, but with this level, she wouldn’t qualify for international competitions. It’s normal that Miss Evans didn’t advance to the finals, she simply isn’t eligible.”

A smile tugged at Zara Woods’s lips: “Mr. Martin, Xaviera’s performance was quite good! Maybe your standards are just too high, but she is not as useless as rumors claim.”

As she finished speaking, she turned to Caleb Mamet, her voice shy: “Ah… Mr. Mamet, what do you think? How do you find Xaviera’s performance?”

Caleb Mamet lazily leaned back in his chair, slowly lifting his gaze.

For some reason, everyone felt a sense of pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Caleb Mamet glanced at Xaviera and casually responded: “Average.”

Zara Woods looked up in surprise.

Caleb said… Xaviera’s performance was average?

Indeed, Xaviera’s level was not as good as hers. No wonder she couldn’t catch Caleb’s eye. She believed that soon, Caleb would grow tired of her.

Initially, those few people thought Xaviera’s performance wasn’t bad. But once Caleb made his opinion known, they all fell silent.

Maxwellx Martin gained confidence, “Mr. Mamet also thinks Miss Evans’s violin skills are average?”

Caleb Mamet glanced at him with indifference, chuckled coldly, and didn’t answer his question. His demeanor hinted that he found it tiresome to even speak with him.

Zara Woods spoke gently: “Mr. Mamet, Xaviera hasn’t performed for three years. It’s normal for her skills to have fallen off.”

The woman beside Zara Woods immediately fawned: “Miss Woods, you also haven’t played for three years, yet you are still so excellent.”

Zara Woods blushed and laughed: “I’m different from Xaviera.”

Their comments instantly put Zara Woods on a pedestal, while pushing Xaviera onto the ground.

Zara Woods looked triumphantly at Xaviera, today she finally won. Sooner or later, Caleb would grow tired of Xaviera and reject her, she believed that day was not far away.

Xaviera was oblivious to the discussions offstage, she was just engrossed in her performance, pouring her feelings into every note.

As Zara Woods’s voice faded away, the originally melancholic melody suddenly became fervent, as if one was at a live concert, listening to the world’s top performance.

Everyone was astonished.

The smile on Zara Woods’s face gradually faded.