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Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

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!"

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Chapter 28: That Woman Has No Heart

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At this moment, two more emails came in.

One was from the Libanan University official account, confirming her participation. At the end of the email, it said: "Mag Evans, who once received your guidance, will also participate in this Clothing Design Competition. Aren't you very interested in her?"

Xaviera let out a sound and clicked on the other email.

It was from the Mamet Corporation's design department, inviting her to attend the Clothing Design Competition at Libanan University. They also sincerely expressed their desire to collaborate and hoped that Miss Lohill would agree to meet and discuss cooperation matters.

Xaviera's eyes lingered on the words, "the Mamet Corporation," and finally, she let out a helpless sigh.

The next morning, when Xaviera left, Caleb hadn't gotten up yet. She grabbed a piece of bread and greeted the new servant before leaving.

When Caleb came downstairs, the servant greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Mamet."