Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 847: Chapter 847: Which Miss Swift is that?

Everyone’s body suddenly stiffened, panic surfacing in their eyes. They slowly turned around and saw Caleb Mamet casually walking over, his deep and mysterious eyes revealing no emotion. He glanced indifferently at the crowd, his gaze not even lingering on Tracy Swift.

Sean Price walked up to them: “Does anyone have any questions?”

The journalists felt their hearts quiver, as if someone had grabbed their throats, unable to utter a word.

“Ladies and gentlemen, since our CEO has arrived, it means that he is willing to accept your interviews. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly or ask me. There is no need to question outsiders,”

Sean Price showed a mocking smile, seemingly glancing at Tracy, whose expression instantly stiffened and awkwardly lowered her head.

At this moment, no one had the mind to see whether she was embarrassed or not. As soon as they heard that Mr. Caleb Mamet was willing to accept interviews, the journalists who were originally apprehensive went mad. “Mr. Mamet, what is your opinion on this charity gala?”

“What attracted you to this charity gala? Why did you suddenly attend it?”

“Mr. Mamet, why didn’t you bring Mrs. Mamet to the gala tonight? And you didn’t bring any female companions either?”

“Do you have any thoughts on the future development of the Mamet Corporation?”

Questions came one after another. Sean Price answered some for Caleb, leaving the rest for him to handle himself.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Caleb, waiting quietly for his response. After a long silence, the man slowly raised his eyes and leisurely said, “I came to the charity gala for one person.”

The crowd burst into an uproar, for one person?

The cameras all focused on his handsome face, and the breathing of the crowd became softer, afraid to disturb him when he spoke.

Mr. Mamet did not attend the gala with Mrs. Mamet, and he came for one person. Who was he so concerned about?

A part of the crowd unconsciously looked at Tracy Swift, who was blushing and lowering her head shyly.

“Is the person Mr. Mamet mentioned Miss… Miss Swift?”

Mrs. Swift and Wright Swift, seeing that Xaviera Evans did not come with Caleb and looking at their daughter’s shy appearance, couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

Could it be…that Mr. Mamet really came for Tracy?

Tracy walked forward shyly, thinking in her heart – even if Caleb didn’t come for her, he wouldn’t embarrass a girl in public and could only admit it was her.

Moreover, she never said that Caleb attended the gala because of her; she just blushed. The words were spoken by the journalists themselves.

As she approached Caleb shyly, his cold voice reached her ears, “Which Miss Swift are you talking about?”

The whole audience was silent, so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Even though the journalists had seen many big events, they couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for Tracy at this moment.

Mr. Mamet was really not giving her any face, asking ‘Which Miss Swift are you talking about?’ right in front of Tracy. Wasn’t this a clear slap in the face?

This could only mean one of two things: either he really didn’t know Tracy Swift, or he knew her but didn’t like her and pretended not to recognize her. Either result would make Tracy lose face.

Tracy’s mouth twitched, veins bulging on her forehead. It took her a while to calm down and say with a trembling voice, “Mr. Mamet… ”

Caleb glanced at her indifferently, feeling nothing.

Tracy bit her lip, her body trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, “Mr. Mamet, I am Tracy Swift. We met at Madam Mamet’s birthday banquet. It wasn’t that long ago. Have you forgotten me already?”

She deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone for the journalists’ ears so that as long as Caleb remembered her name, the journalists wouldn’t say anything. After all, she was Miss Swift, who would intentionally embarrass her?

Unexpectedly, Caleb’s tone was indifferent, “I never remember insignificant people. What makes you think I would remember you, Miss Swift?”

Everyone: “…”

Tracy felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in her throat, her face purple, like someone had slapped her hard across the face, rendering her unable to speak.

At this point, the journalists could no longer pay attention to Tracy. They continued asking curiously, “Mr. Mamet, can you reveal who the person you mentioned is? What is her relationship with you? Does she have any important impact on the Mamet Corporation?”