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.

is this possible?” Sharon was trembling all over. Why is this woman so beautiful? The more Sharon looked at Ashlyn’s photos, the more she felt

figure and the same melodious voice as the mysterious designer. She also had Lucas guarding

terrifying idea suddenly appeared

shouted, “You… You’re the

Ms. X, she wouldn’t have had to go

had been dismissed

she had no choice but to work in the fashion magazine industry. Not

her luck to meet her foe again after she

This damned Ms. X!

Sharon had

Ashlyn, wishing she could shred

expressionlessly. Her gaze was icy cold as

job as a designer because of you. How dare you show up in front of me again?” Sharon’s every word simmered with vehement hatred as she

If you hadn’t done those despicable things, you wouldn’t have lost

massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming. She regretted agreeing to do

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