Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 211 - : 211: Another Scheming Bitch Comes

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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.

So the reason behind this was that Zara Woods wanted her to embarrass herself at the banquet and perhaps even make Caleb Mamet loathe her. Seeing Xaviera remain silent, Zara’s face showed disappointment.

She forced a smile, “Xaviera, do you dislike these dresses?”

Perhaps others would think that Zara Woods had already gone to great lengths designing sixteen unique dresses in such a short period of time.

Even more, she personally delivered the finished dresses to Lowen Clubhouse, which could be seen as showing full sincerity.

If Xaviera didn’t appreciate the effort, it would seem ungrateful.

Zara smiled awkwardly, “If you don’t like them, that’s fine. I can make changes or even start over. Please feel free to share your ideas and preferences with me.”

She sneered in her heart, how could a bumpkin like her understand design? Xaviera didn’t utter a word.

Zara sighed, “It seems that Xaviera doesn’t like my designs. Well, I’ll design a few more…”

At this point, her assistant interjected, “Zara, you’ve been working overtime every day to create these sixteen dresses. If you have to design more, it would take its toll on your health. Even Mrs. Mamet shouldn’t be so demanding.”

“Xia An, don’t speak out of turn. Designers work hard, and clients are our gods.”

Zara Woods smiled and turned to Xaviera, “Xaviera, Xia An is blunt, don’t take it to heart. If you have any ideas or requirements, please let me know, and I’ll create new dresses for you as soon as possible.”

Xaviera’s expression was subtle, and she tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Zara Woods took out a notebook and said with a smile, “Xaviera, Caleb has asked me to put all my other work on hold to focus on making your dresses. I’m so envious of your luxurious life as a wealthy family wife!”

Later, she and her assistant spoke in fluent English, talking like a successful businesswoman.

Zara shook her head with feigned helplessness, “My life is not the same. I’m busy designing all day and have to manage all sorts of things at the studio. Business is tough. My dream is to find a man to support me like you have with Caleb, and preferably a rich man like him.”

“Xaviera, since you married Caleb, you haven’t been working, right? You must have quite a relaxing life, enjoying beauty treatments, drinking coffee, and shopping. Why don’t you leave me your contact information? If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

Xaviera: ‘

Although others might not understand the professional terms Zara Woods used, to Xaviera, it was like showing off her skills in front of an expert.

Zara sarcastically said that Xaviera had a leisurely life after marrying Caleb— eating, drinking, and having fun every day.

But she wasn’t one of those women who depended on men to live!

Steve Price, noticing the subtle tension between them, realized that Zara Woods was criticizing Xaviera.

Sean Price: “Miss Woods, our Mrs. is very busy, so she probably won’t have time to contact you. If you have any questions, you can call me, and I’ll pass on the message.”

Zara’s assistant, pouting, said, “What would she be busy with… playing cards, drinking coffee, or at most going shopping, unlike Zara who designs clothes every day…”

Zara hurriedly interrupted, “Xia An, stop talking. Xaviera, if you…”

“Our Mrs. is needed to judge the International Translation Competition, and she’s also creating questions for the competition, and designing clothing for leaders of various nations….”