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

pursed her lips and peered inside through the door that was slightly ajar—Megan was being pinned against the sofa by a tall European man, whose one hand was unbuttoning her roughly and the other

spoke with an accent. “You Eurasian women have

coquettishly, wrapping her arms around the

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

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

mysterious and gorgeous, looking very attractive despite the mask. He couldn’t help wanting to remove her mask and see what the woman

offend the man before her, so she forced a smile and said in a sweet voice, “Hey, how could you do

a woman in

breath, a hint of

to plot against me! Where did she even

was about to leave, she suddenly heard the sound of Abigail talking

frowned. She could neither advance nor retreat

by Abigail, but if she left in a hurry and Abigail saw her back, she would still get caught for