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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 736: Is Caleb Mamet the Cold Night?

""Actually, these are Caleb's paintings. Is there any possibility that Caleb is...the painter my grandpa admired?" Xaviera Evans asked tentatively.

"Impossible!" Xavier Hamer said without hesitation: "Xaviera, think about it, my grandpa painted for twenty years before suddenly falling for that painter. So that painter must have been painting longer than my grandpa. Caleb is only twenty-six years old. How could it be possible?"

Upon thinking, Xaviera found that it made sense; the painter her grandpa admired should be a middle-aged man around forty to fifty years old or even an elder of grandpa's age.

Xavier continued, "Even if Caleb is very skilled in painting, there is absolutely no way he could be the painter grandpa admired. Besides, I investigated years ago, and it seems that painter is no longer among the living."

Xaviera nodded thoughtfully, "That being said, it is indeed impossible. Caleb is still very much alive."