Qiaoqiao

Rumor had it that Xaviera Evans had a weak constitution—a sickly beauty. Rumor had it that she spent a fortune every day on medications—eating them like candy. Rumor had it that ten servants waited on her by her bed every day—a burden to everyone. They were all waiting for the Evans family to toss Xaviera Evans back to the countryside and leave her to fend for herself. 
Xaviera Evans: "They're all saying that I'm weak and can't take care of myself. Apparently, I spend money recklessly as well.” 
She looked down at her tattered shirt and was exasperated. 
Xaviera Evans: “Are you saying that this wealthy family lets their daughter wear tattered clothes every day?” 
The Evans family's rich daughter? She had enough! She would not be it anymore! Therefore… 
Scumbag guy: "Without the Evans family, you're nothing." 
Xaviera Evans: "If I'm kicked out of the Evans family, I'll be done for." 
Scumbag girl: "Sis, don't be too disappointed. As long as you work hard, you'll be praised one day.”
Xaviera Evans: "Shut up, I don't know a traitor like you." 
The scumbag guy and girl: "???" 
Rumor had it that the Mamet family's youngest son, Caleb Mamet, rashly married a woman who had nothing but looks. 
Xaviera Evans: "Is someone looking down on me?" 
One day, Xaviera Evans saw one of Caleb Mamet's employees racking his brains over a series of numbers on the computer screen. Since she was free, she lent a hand. 
Did she just crack the firewall created by the joint efforts of top elite hackers?! 
Caleb Mamet inched closer with every step. "Xaviera, what else are you hiding from me? Hmm?" 
Xaviera Evans: "Oh, no! I feel dizzy again! I'm so weak. This body of mine is just too weak!"

Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera Evans didn't expect to hear a drama unfold right after she returned backstage. She crossed her arms and looked at the girl who had just spoken, with a half-smile on her face.


The girl's expression froze, seemingly remembering the events that had occurred backstage that morning. She silently retreated a step and hid herself within the crowd, not daring to make a sound.


Mag Evans squeezed through the crowd and worriedly took her sister's hand. "Sis, where did you go? Some people said you didn't join the competition... Sis, can you hurry up and tell everyone that you did? You love designing so much..."


"I didn't participate in this competition."


She sounded a mix of indignation and sadness, "Why, Sister, why..."


Xaviera raised an eyebrow. It was, of course, because she was a judge.


"Relax, you'll find out why in a moment."


Chapter 35: Let's Swap Seats