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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 211: Another Scheming Bitch Comes

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the dresses, but having grown up in Lohill, she could easily see through all the curves and twists on them.

Zara Woods appeared to be friendly on the surface but was actually filled with hostility in her heart.

High-end dresses should use exquisite materials, which are not only beautiful but also comfortable. However, the fabrics of these dresses were flashy but insubstantial, definitely uncomfortable to wear.

One dress had a heavy skirt, but its waist was only made of one layer of poor-quality fabric, which could easily tear apart. Another dress, on the contrary, had multiple layers of fabric at the waist, while the skirt was as light as gossamer, making it look extremely uncoordinated and making the wearer appear twenty pounds heavier.

As a dress designer herself, Xaviera Evans had of course heard of Zara Woods, who had won multiple awards. Her designs shouldn't be at this level.