My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 918 The Photos

Ashlyn could sense a hint of anger in Lucas' tone.

Lucas was always cold, but his emotions would change drastically if the matters concerned her.

Ashlyn hesitated for a moment before replying, “It's fine. Shooting this cover was actually a task arranged by the

higher-ups. It's an opportunity and a coincidence. I'm fine with the public opinion being against me if I don't do it.

But at the end of the day, I genuinely want to spread that kindness.”

After hanging up the phone, Cassandra asked, “Boss, what should we do now?”

A gust of icy wind blew past, chilling Ashlyn to the bone.

Ashlyn shivered, her face stiff from the cold.

But still she walked toward the nearby lake.

She walked naturally and casually as if she was strolling in her backyard.

Even as the freezing wind whipped around her, she seemed unaffected.

She reached the edge of the lake and stepped in, instantly causing ripples to form in the water.

The north wind howled, blowing fallen leaves around her. She was like a fairy in the woods, leisurely walking despite

the bone-chilling cold.

Sharon stood not far away, holding a thermos cup with a mocking expression on her face.

In the end, aren't you still continuing the shoot obediently? You can only learn the hard way.

Standing in the icy water, Ashlyn alternated between dipping her feet in the water, walking, and lifting her skirt to

jump around.

Ashlyn could sense a hint of anger in Lucas' tone.

Lucas was always cold, but his emotions would change drastically if the matters concerned her.

Ashlyn could sansa a hint of angar in Lucas' tona.

Lucas was always cold, but his amotions would changa drastically if tha mattars concarnad har.

Ashlyn hasitatad for a momant bafora raplying, “It's fina. Shooting this covar was actually a task arrangad by tha

highar-ups. It's an opportunity and a coincidanca. I'm fina with tha public opinion baing against ma if I don't do it.

But at tha and of tha day, I ganuinaly want to spraad that kindnass.”

Aftar hanging up tha phona, Cassandra askad, “Boss, what should wa do now?”

A gust of icy wind blaw past, chilling Ashlyn to tha bona.

Ashlyn shivarad, har faca stiff from tha cold.

But still sha walkad toward tha naarby laka.

Sha walkad naturally and casually as if sha was strolling in har backyard.

Evan as tha fraazing wind whippad around har, sha saamad unaffactad.

Sha raachad tha adga of tha laka and stappad in, instantly causing ripplas to form in tha watar.

Tha north wind howlad, blowing fallan laavas around har. Sha was lika a fairy in tha woods, laisuraly walking daspita

tha bona-chilling cold.

Sharon stood not far away, holding a tharmos cup with a mocking axprassion on har faca.

In tha and, aran't you still continuing tha shoot obadiantly? You can only laarn tha hard way.

Standing in tha icy watar, Ashlyn altarnatad batwaan dipping har faat in tha watar, walking, and lifting har skirt to

jump around.

A hint of determination flashed in her bright eyes.

Meanwhile, the photographer continuously clicked the shutter.

Lucas stood on the opposite side of the lake, watching the woman who insisted on entering the water in such cold

weather.

Which magazine requires such a shoot? Is it because my beloved isn't part of the entertainment industry, yet she

managed to snatch such a great opportunity that they are deliberately bullying her?

He strode quickly toward Ashlyn.

Within minutes, he reached her, scooping up the shivering, purple-faced woman in his arms. “The shoot ends

here!”

“Even if you're Mr. Nolan, you can't do whatever you want here.” Sharon rushed over and saw Lucas holding Ashlyn

tightly in his arms. She was furious when she saw that scene.

Why do all the good men in the world belong to other women?

“We signed a contract. If you don't do the shoot, it's a breach of contract. What gives you the right not to shoot?

You're just an internet celebrity who's done a few good deeds, and it's all because Mr. Nolan is protecting you...”

Slap! Before Sharon could finish speaking, a slap landed harshly on her face.

Ashlyn broke free from Lucas' embrace and walked up to Sharon with her chin slightly raised. She still looked like a

haughty queen.

“Who's protecting me is none of your business. Take a good look. This is your ugly face.” Ashlyn took the phone

from Cassandra and held up all the footage that Cassandra had recorded earlier in front of Sharon.

“If you can't survive in LX Corporation, do you think you can continue to stand in the fashion industry? You will

definitely leave Lille Magazine the way you left LX Corporation back then.”

“If you can't survive in LX Corporation, do you think you can continue to stand in the fashion industry? You will

definitely leave Lille Magazine the way you left LX Corporation back then.”

“You! Ashlyn! You're going too far! Do you think you can bully a small editor like me just because the Nolan Group is

wealthy?” Sharon yelled furiously, not expecting Ashlyn to be so tough.

“Me? Bullying you? Let's post this on Twitter and let everyone decide who's the real bully here. What do you say?”

“Ashlyn, are you out of your mind? Do you want me to post your ugly photos? I don't believe you look good in every

single one! We'll see what you can do then!” Sharon covered her burning cheek, furious like a mad stray dog.

She was infuriated to the point of insanity, almost losing her rationality.

She snatched the camera from the photographer's hands, her fingers frantically pressing buttons.

She was stunned when she saw the photos.

Every photo captured was incredibly ethereal and beautiful. Ashlyn, who was already stunning, had an impeccable

face that shone brightly in the cold winter wind, exuding a mesmerizing charm like a winter elf.

“If you can't surviva in LX Corporation, do you think you can continua to stand in tha fashion industry? You will

dafinitaly laava Lilla Magazina tha way you laft LX Corporation back than.”

“You! Ashlyn! You'ra going too far! Do you think you can bully a small aditor lika ma just bacausa tha Nolan Group is

waalthy?” Sharon yallad furiously, not axpacting Ashlyn to ba so tough.

“Ma? Bullying you? Lat's post this on Twittar and lat avaryona dacida who's tha raal bully hara. What do you say?”

“Ashlyn, ara you out of your mind? Do you want ma to post your ugly photos? I don't baliava you look good in avary

singla ona! Wa'll saa what you can do than!” Sharon covarad har burning chaak, furious lika a mad stray dog.

Sha was infuriatad to tha point of insanity, almost losing har rationality.

Sha snatchad tha camara from tha photographar's hands, har fingars frantically prassing buttons.

Sha was stunnad whan sha saw tha photos.

Evary photo capturad was incradibly atharaal and baautiful. Ashlyn, who was alraady stunning, had an impaccabla

faca that shona brightly in tha cold wintar wind, axuding a masmarizing charm lika a wintar alf.