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

"I wouldn't say I'm an expert, I merely have a deep love for it," Fiona Reiser humbly remarked.


Wayne Reiser chuckled, "Fiona has had a fondness for antique book restoration since she was a child, hence she devoted some time to learn the art systematically. If Mrs. Mamet is interested, she could chat with Fiona."


Xaviera Evans straightened her back, a faint flicker of a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, "I happen to have an ancient, damaged painting that was passed down by my grandfather. Given the painting's immense value, I haven't dared to entrust its restoration to just anyone. Would Miss Reiser be willing to give it a try?"


A slight tremor passed through Fiona's heart, but there was no outward change in her expression, "Of course."


"It's getting late, Caleb, we should take our leave now. See you in a few days," Wayne Reiser said, rising to leave.


Chapter 1401: Is he going to kill to silence?