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

The banquet hall was quiet for a few seconds. The man in front of them turned around slowly, wearing a black mask. His light brown eyes were calm, and his thin lips were slightly hooked. Although he was smiling, there was a feeling of detachment.


Yigol Mamet: "..." Damn! This is Caleb Mamet, that damn man!


Twilight's assistant spoke respectfully: "Our Mr. Mamet once met Mr. Yigol Mamet at a banquet, so when he heard that Mr. Yigol Mamet needed the banquet hall, he decided to make way for you all."


Sid Armstrong's face was full of admiration: "Ah! Yigol! You're amazing!"


Yigol Mamet pulled the corner of his mouth: "..." I'm amazing my ass!


Twilight glanced at Yigol Mamet and spoke lightly: "Mr. Yigol Mamet, can we talk alone?"


Yigol Mamet pursed his lips and gritted his teeth as he followed Twilight into the nearby restroom.


Chapter One Thousand Five Hundred and Six: Show Your Intelligence and Wisdom