My Extraordinary Wife

“You sure are my daughter.” Mary nodded in satisfaction.

After lunch, Ashlyn was on her way to her lounge with Shannon, in which the logo of their brand, LX was affixed on the door.

Fashion Week had prepared separate lounges for every guest and brand owner.

Ashlyn had never been in the habit of taking a nap during lunch break. But Shannon, on the other hand, half nervous and half excited, fell asleep on the couch shortly after.

Ashlyn shook her head and got up, wanting to use the restroom.

She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. Then heading in the restroom’s direction, as indicated by the signage, she suddenly heard a sexy, panting sound when she walked past a room.

“You and Mr. Reedman will vote for me this time, right, Mr. O’Brien?”

Ashlyn’s forehead puckered.

sounds so familiar… Megan

sofa

with an accent. “You Eurasian

coquettishly, wrapping her arms around the man’s waist

very soulful and bold! How about… you introduce her to me?” O’Brien gave Megan a nasty smile, ravaging

of Ashlyn’s tall and slender figure and that delicate body, O’Brien couldn’t help but feel his

mask. He couldn’t help wanting to

sweet voice, “Hey, how could you do this? You have your eyes on that X, haven’t you? If you fancy her, how

haven’t played with a woman in a mask before. It must

the doorway with bated breath, a hint of disdain flashing across the corner of her

Hobbs to plot against me! Where

heard the sound of Abigail talking to another

She could neither

but if she left in a hurry and Abigail saw her back,