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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 206: Who is His Wife?

Caleb wanted her to wear something like this?

Was he seriously sick?

Xaviera Evans felt conflicted but couldn't help but make a call to Caleb.

...

At the Mamet Corporation, Caleb was lazily leaning on the couch, holding his mobile phone, his voice indifferent: "Work an extra shift in the next few days and design several outfits."

The woman hurriedly asked, "…Caleb, what kind of dresses do you need? Is it for attending some event?"

"It's not for me to wear, but for a woman. I'll send her measurements." Caleb said thoughtfully: "Four sets for each season, and deliver them by next week."

The woman gasped and smiled awkwardly: "Caleb, a total of sixteen gowns is a lot! I might not even be able to finish the sketches, let alone make the final product. Custom-made dresses have to be hand-made, so they take a long time. I really don't think I can finish these within that short period of time…"