My Extraordinary Wife

She was wearing a V-neck dress. The flared hem rippled as she swayed.

She was stunning. In fact, she looked prettier than many actresses in their retouched photos.

How’s this possible?

Sharon continued to browse through the gallery and found no ugly photos.

None of the photos needed retouching and could be used as a cover photo straightaway.

No professional model could ace a photo shooting session like Ashlyn.

How’s this possible? She’s merely an influencer who has received credit for her contribution to the disaster zone. How is she able to showcase herself in such professional versatility?

Sharon continued to swipe through the gallery.

“Stop going through the photos! How am I going to submit the work to the chief editor if you accidentally delete them?” The photographer saw Sharon’s crazed look and snatched the camera over.

this woman so beautiful? The more Sharon looked at Ashlyn’s photos, the more she

the same melodious voice as the mysterious designer. She

idea suddenly appeared in her

shouted, “You… You’re the mysterious Ms. X. You’re her, aren’t

heart. If it weren’t for Ms. X, she wouldn’t have had to go to Mary for help and

had been dismissed by

job, she had no choice but to work in the fashion magazine industry. Not only did LX Corporation fire her, but

she had climbed her way to the position of managing editor of the

This damned Ms. X!

grievances Sharon had suffered

wishing she could shred

stared at Sharon expressionlessly. Her gaze was icy cold as she

my job as a designer because of you. How dare you show up in front of me again?” Sharon’s every word

hadn’t done those despicable things, you wouldn’t have lost your job.” Ashlyn

temples, feeling a headache coming. She regretted agreeing to do a photo shoot for the charity

will always blame others for their debacle.” Lucas’ deep voice sounded particularly cold on this