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.

Sharon was trembling all over. Why is this woman so beautiful? The more Sharon looked

curvaceous figure and the same melodious voice as the mysterious designer. She also

terrifying idea suddenly appeared

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

in Sharon’s heart. If it weren’t for Ms. X, she wouldn’t have had to go to Mary

had been dismissed by

magazine industry. Not only

meet her foe again after she had climbed her way

This damned Ms. X!

then, all the grievances Sharon had suffered fleeted through

she could shred

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

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

hadn’t done those

a headache coming. She regretted agreeing to do a photo shoot

others for their debacle.” Lucas’