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

Onlookers had stood by for a long time, grasping the whole sequence of events. In plain words, Madam Powell did not like this granddaughter of hers who had drifted away, so she was quick to declare Xaviera Evans was in the wrong. Now that they had learned it was all a misunderstanding, she was playing the senior figure by forcing Xaviera to forgive her.


The person who had spoken earlier repeated his disdain: "Some people think they can pressure the younger generation into forgiveness just because they're older. Even with age, they're still full of craft and cunning!"


At that, Robert Powell stifled his breath, his face turning an ashen color as he gritted his teeth. He had never been so humiliated in his life before. In this instance, he didn't want to utter a single word. As he tried to lead Madam Powell away, she stood frigidly in place, shooting Xaviera a foul look.


Xaviera looked up and met her gaze, remaining unfazed.


Chapter 1491: Do You Know How to Spell Shame?