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 stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly turning her body to look at the man behind her. A beam of light happened to enter the room from the window, illuminating her body, each strand of hair seemingly dyed golden. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids, and the lustrous glow emanated from her fair skin in the sunlight. Her lips, charming like cherries, gently moved to ask, "Caleb, do you agree?"


In the silence, Caleb Mamet suddenly laughed, his gaze as gentle as water, "I agree."


"Agreed?" The shadow guard at the door was quite taken aback but also relieved for Dark Dragon.


Dark Dragon had thought there was no possibility of redemption, but to his surprise, the wealthy wife's single sentence made him stay. He didn't expect that the ultimate plea would come from the wealthy wife he had looked down upon from the beginning.


Chapter 1479: A Woman's Intuition