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

Irene Hamer showed a disgusted expression. "The Powells appear to value their family relationships on the surface. However, they're actually driven by selfish desires. Don't they know that Quinn Powell's perfume formulas were stolen from you?"


"They believe Quinn wouldn't steal," Xaviera Evans smirked. "But after the perfume competition, they'll have to believe it. Before that happens, we should let the Powells lose a bit more. What do you think, Caleb?"


Caleb Mamet turned his head, and the two exchanged a smile.


What were these two planning again? Why did it seem so creepy? 


At this point at the Powell Villa, Robert Powell had just gone upstairs when he received a call from Madam Powell. She interrogated him over the phone: "Son, what's going on? Why won't you let Quinn participate in the competition?"


Chapter 1472: Her Face is Thicker Than the Bottom of My Shoe