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

"Miss Swift, there's no need to impersonate Rita and participate in the competition in order to spread these songs. If you're really Rita's friend, you should tell everyone who the true creator of these songs is, instead of covering yourself in glory." Xaviera Evans said casually.


Tracy Swift had lost her rationality and yelled indignantly, "I'm doing this to fulfill Rita's dying wish. She's already dead, and if it wasn't for me, there would be no one listening to her songs, let alone winning the gold medal at the Star Music Festival."


As soon as her voice fell, the originally calm live broadcast room was suddenly filled with swearing: [This person must have been kicked in the head by a donkey! Even if Rita handed over the songs to Tracy Swift before she died, it doesn't mean she could take over Rita's identity! She did such a shameful thing and she still has the nerve to say it's justified?]


Chapter 870: Rita is Prettier than You