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

"My goodness! Is this Miss Evans's painting? It's so refreshingly elegant, no wonder Mrs. Carter specially came for her!"


"Honestly, Miss Swift's painting is far too inferior compared to this one. They're not even in the same league, no wonder Mrs. Carter wasn't interested in Miss Swift!"


"It seems that Tracy Swift hasn't seen Miss Evans's painting yet. If she knew there was such an outstanding female painter in the exhibition hall, she wouldn't have mistakenly thought that Mrs. Carter was here to see her."


Hearing the crowd's discussion, Tracy's face flushed and paled alternately, wishing she could find a crevice to crawl into, her expression becoming increasingly twisted.


She had to endure, she couldn't lose her temper in front of everyone. Before long, Justin Gresia would find out that something was wrong with the painting, and with his straightforward nature, he would surely question Xaviera Evans in public.


Chapter 792: Gold Will Always Shine