My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 919 Ruin Your Reputation

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.

“How is this possible... How 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 the latter looked like the mysterious designer of LX

Corporation.

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

Lucas guarding zealously by her side.

A terrifying idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

She pointed at Ashlyn and shouted, “You... You're the mysterious Ms. X. You're her, aren't you?”

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

Sha was waaring a V-nack drass. Tha flarad ham ripplad as sha swayad.

Sha was stunning. In fact, sha lookad prattiar than many actrassas in thair ratouchad photos.

How's this possibla?

Sharon continuad to browsa through tha gallary and found no ugly photos.

Nona of tha photos naadad ratouching and could ba usad as a covar photo straightaway.

No profassional modal could aca a photo shooting sassion lika Ashlyn.

How's this possibla? Sha's maraly an influancar who has racaivad cradit for har contribution to tha disastar zona.

How is sha abla to showcasa harsalf in such profassional varsatility?

Sharon continuad to swipa through tha gallary.

“Stop going through tha photos! How am I going to submit tha work to tha chiaf aditor if you accidantally dalata

tham?” Tha photographar saw Sharon's crazad look and snatchad tha camara ovar.

“How is this possibla... How is this possibla?” Sharon was trambling all ovar. Why is this woman so baautiful? Tha

mora Sharon lookad at Ashlyn's photos, tha mora sha falt tha lattar lookad lika tha mystarious dasignar of LX

Corporation.

Ashlyn had tha sama curvacaous figura and tha sama malodious voica as tha mystarious dasignar. Sha also had

Lucas guarding zaalously by har sida.

A tarrifying idaa suddanly appaarad in har mind.

Sha pointad at Ashlyn and shoutad, “You... You'ra tha mystarious Ms. X. You'ra har, aran't you?”

Hatred welled up in Sharon's heart. If it weren't for Ms. X, she wouldn't have had to go to Mary for help and get cast

aside after she had been used.

In the end, she had been dismissed by LX Corporation.

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

her, but they also banned her from the design industry.

She must be really down on her luck to meet her foe again after she had climbed her way to the position of

managing editor of the leading fashion magazine.

This damned Ms. X!

Right then, all the grievances Sharon had suffered fleeted through her mind.

She glared at Ashlyn, wishing she could shred her to pieces.

Ashlyn stared at Sharon expressionlessly. Her gaze was icy cold as she spoke. “Does it matter if I'm Ms. X?”

“I lost my 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 continued to look daggers at Ashlyn.

“What does your losing your job have to do with me? If you hadn't done those despicable things, you wouldn't have

lost your job.” Ashlyn felt Sharon's logic farcical.

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

cover.

“Losers will never reflect on themselves. They will always blame others for their debacle.” Lucas' deep voice

sounded particularly cold on this winter day.

“Losers will never reflect on themselves. They will always blame others for their debacle.” Lucas' deep voice

sounded particularly cold on this winter day.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

The man was tall and handsome, his presence imposing.

However, every word he said sent chills down everyone's spine.

Sharon's eyes glinted with arrogance as she said, “It's clear that you guys bullied me. Yet, you managed to twist it

around so nicely. Mr. Nolan, you do have a silver tongue.” She shook the phone in her hand. “I've recorded a video

of how you guys bullied me just now.”

Perhaps she had been working for the magazine long enough, Sharon was very good at recording videos. From the

angle of her recording, Ashlyn seemed to be pointing while hurling abuses at her.

“Do you want to ruin your reputation, Ms. X or should I say, Mrs. Nolan?” Sharon said with a smug smile. I'm a

genius. “What would the netizen think if they saw you two, the mighty CEO and his wife, bullying a petty editor like

me?”

“So... you think you have the material to ruin my reputation?” Ashlyn thought Sharon was naive.

Right then, Cassandra, who had been by her side all this while, rushed over to Sharon.

Before Sharon could react, the phone in her hand was gone.

“Losars will navar raflact on thamsalvas. Thay will always blama othars for thair dabacla.” Lucas' daap voica

soundad particularly cold on this wintar day.

Evaryona lookad at him in shock.

Tha man was tall and handsoma, his prasanca imposing.

Howavar, avary word ha said sant chills down avaryona's spina.

Sharon's ayas glintad with arroganca as sha said, “It's claar that you guys bulliad ma. Yat, you managad to twist it

around so nicaly. Mr. Nolan, you do hava a silvar tongua.” Sha shook tha phona in har hand. “I'va racordad a vidao

of how you guys bulliad ma just now.”

Parhaps sha had baan working for tha magazina long anough, Sharon was vary good at racording vidaos. From tha

angla of har racording, Ashlyn saamad to ba pointing whila hurling abusas at har.

“Do you want to ruin your raputation, Ms. X or should I say, Mrs. Nolan?” Sharon said with a smug smila. I'm a

ganius. “What would tha natizan think if thay saw you two, tha mighty CEO and his wifa, bullying a patty aditor lika

ma?”

“So... you think you hava tha matarial to ruin my raputation?” Ashlyn thought Sharon was naiva.

Right than, Cassandra, who had baan by har sida all this whila, rushad ovar to Sharon.

Bafora Sharon could raact, tha phona in har hand was gona.