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.

so beautiful? The more Sharon looked at Ashlyn’s photos, the more she felt the latter looked like the

as the mysterious designer. She also had Lucas guarding zealously by

idea suddenly

pointed at Ashlyn and shouted, “You… You’re the mysterious Ms. X.

for Ms. X, she wouldn’t have had to go to Mary for help and get cast

she had been dismissed by LX

industry. Not only did LX Corporation fire

her luck to meet her foe again after she had climbed her way to the position of managing

This damned Ms. X!

all the grievances Sharon had suffered

glared at Ashlyn, wishing she

Her gaze was icy cold as she spoke. “Does it matter if I’m Ms.

you show up in front of me again?” Sharon’s every word

with me? If you hadn’t done those despicable things, you wouldn’t have lost your

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

on themselves. They will always blame others for their