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 knew very well that she had just started using hypnosis and that her body hadn't fully adapted to it yet when she suddenly fainted after using it twice consecutively.


Leaning against the bed, she casually asked, "What's happening with Boyd Drew?"


Caleb Mamet's expression was subtle: "Boyd Drew was still suspicious if Cold Night was alive and even not sure what happened after attending the art exhibition. Suddenly he became open-minded and decided to use Cold Night's paintings as perfume packaging. Everyone also supported him."


Xaviera sneered inwardly. The assistants around Boyd Drew were all on Caleb Mamet's side, so no one would object.


"Boyd Drew is too suspicious. I didn't expect him to put the packaging into production without any doubts," Caleb gazed at Xaviera with a smile, "Mrs. Mamet, do you have any idea what happened?"


Chapter 801: Mortimer is a Face Control