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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 752: The Extremely High Similarity of the Two Paintings' Styles

"Master never liked me; he didn't even bother to hold an apprenticeship banquet for me when I first began studying under him. Now seeing the grand banquet he's hosting for Xaviera, I must really lack talent."

Listening to the delicate man's murmurs, Xaviera Evans finally realized he was Lester Bank's disciple, but he wasn't well-regarded; he never even had an apprenticeship banquet and was now drawing desolately by the door.

She glanced at the man's painting and found his technique was not bad, but he lacked original ideas. A painter without inspiration and only imitating others' style would never achieve greatness. Nevertheless, if someone earnestly guided him, he would definitely experience a breakthrough.

After thinking for a moment, Xaviera approached and pointed to a spot, "The color here should be darker."