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 watched him hurry away with a triumphant smile, "Mentioning my husband scares you, doesn't it? Where's the fierceness from just now?"


After leaving, Caleb even closed the door for Xaviera. He leaned against the wall in the corridor, feeling his face burning hot. Thankfully his mask covered most of it, but it could not conceal the blush on his ears.


"President." Sean Price approached with a hushed voice, "Maude Andrews met with Quinn Powell this morning."


"So it's her." Caleb responded in a hoarse, low voice.


Feeling a shudder, Sean asked quietly, "Do you need me to take action?"


"No need. Let Xaviera handle Quinn Powell." Caleb said nonchalantly; however, a cold smile was visible on his lips. "She solves the problem between Quinn Powell and Jacob Powell, and I deal with the rest. Is Madam Powell in Libanan yet?"


Chapter 1485: I hope to see you in the finals