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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 41: Losing the Vest

When Xaviera found out that today was also Caleb's birthday, her first reaction was, "What does this have to do with me?" Her second reaction was, "Should I also get him a birthday gift? After all, she still relied on Caleb to taste food."

With that thought, she took a taxi to the nearest internet cafe.

Meanwhile, Caleb sat on the sofa in his apartment, frowning as he examined the gift Black Tide had sent him.

A silver cuff and a greeting card.

On the card was written: "Happy Birthday." The signature appeared to be from Black Tide, the handwriting erratic and flamboyant.

Caleb put the card aside and picked up the silver cuff. Intricate patterns covered its surface, which upon closer inspection, resembled a coiled five-clawed golden dragon. At the dragon's eye was embedded a secretive and radiant obsidian. The more he looked at it, the more alive the dragon seemed, evoking a sense of soaring through the clouds and mist.

Caleb rubbed his brows.