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

Yigol Mamet coldly glanced at Carmine Salt and said, "Miss Swift, let me make things clear so that there's no misunderstanding about my sister-in-law, Mrs. Mamet. She's the wife of the Mamet family, do you really think she would be interested in your thirty-million-dollar ancient painting? What a joke!"


The crowd seemed to understand now: it was Miss Swift who had initiated the bet, causing Mrs. Mamet to stake her billion-dollar necklace, while she had only put up a thirty-million-dollar painting.


Miss Swift had lost and was now unwilling to hand over the painting, which was indeed inappropriate.


Tracy Swift's face was ashen, and she forced herself to suppress her anger. She spoke in a gentle tone, "A few days ago, I bet with Mrs. Mamet. I've lost the 'Early Winter Snow Painting', and I'll give it to her once this banquet is over."


Carmine Salt was still not satisfied. "It was just a casual bet, does she really have to..."


Chapter 700: Who Sent the Counterfeit?