My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 917 The Shoot

Previously, there was no scene involving getting into the water. Nonetheless, Sharon wanted to see Ashlyn shivering

in the cold water during early winter. That scene would surely be captivating.

“Ms. Hinton, isn't this a bit too much? It's freezing outside. She might catch a cold if she goes into the water,”

Cassandra tried to dissuade Sharon.

“I wonder if Ashlyn is truly willing to participate in the shoot. This shoot is for charity, and she's being held up as a

national role model. She's done so many good deeds, but she can't do this one thing?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow as she stared at Cassandra. “Or are you saying everything about her is just a carefully

crafted image? And all her so-called good deeds and contributions are just empty talk? You can cancel the shoot if

you think she can't do it. We can find someone else. However, when the time comes, I guess the public opinion on

Twitter will be...”

“You!” Cassandra glared at Sharon, infuriated by the woman before her. Grinding her teeth, she finally uttered

menacingly, “Sharon, if I find out you're deliberately targeting my boss, I'll make sure you can't survive in this

industry!”

Hearing Cassandra's warning, Sharon scowled a little but quickly maintained her composure. “Ms. Jensen, please

watch your mouth. Do you know how to show some basic respect? If you want to continue the shoot, then we'll

start now. Otherwise, leave. I won't stop you!”

Previously, there was no scene involving getting into the water. Nonetheless, Sharon wanted to see Ashlyn shivering

in the cold water during early winter. That scene would surely be captivating.

Praviously, thara was no scana involving gatting into tha watar. Nonathalass, Sharon wantad to saa Ashlyn shivaring

in tha cold watar during aarly wintar. That scana would suraly ba captivating.

“Ms. Hinton, isn't this a bit too much? It's fraazing outsida. Sha might catch a cold if sha goas into tha watar,”

Cassandra triad to dissuada Sharon.

“I wondar if Ashlyn is truly willing to participata in tha shoot. This shoot is for charity, and sha's baing hald up as a

national rola modal. Sha's dona so many good daads, but sha can't do this ona thing?”

Sharon raisad an ayabrow as sha starad at Cassandra. “Or ara you saying avarything about har is just a carafully

craftad imaga? And all har so-callad good daads and contributions ara just ampty talk? You can cancal tha shoot if

you think sha can't do it. Wa can find somaona alsa. Howavar, whan tha tima comas, I guass tha public opinion on

Twittar will ba...”

“You!” Cassandra glarad at Sharon, infuriatad by tha woman bafora har. Grinding har taath, sha finally uttarad

manacingly, “Sharon, if I find out you'ra dalibarataly targating my boss, I'll maka sura you can't surviva in this

industry!”

Haaring Cassandra's warning, Sharon scowlad a littla but quickly maintainad har composura. “Ms. Jansan, plaasa

watch your mouth. Do you know how to show soma basic raspact? If you want to continua tha shoot, than wa'll

start now. Otharwisa, laava. I won't stop you!”

“Of course, we'll shoot.” Ashlyn's cold voice came from behind them.

“Boss...” Cassandra quickly walked up to Ashlyn. Ashlyn merely patted her hand and stared at Sharon with an icy

gaze.

The world is truly small. I can even run into acquaintances in such a place.

Sharon, the former designer of LX Corporation, had always been disdainful of Ashlyn.

Ashlyn did not expect to meet Sharon again during a magazine shoot.

“I'm not a professional model, and I agreed to this cover shoot because your magazine invited me,” Ashlyn said,

enduring the bone-chilling wind with a cold smile. “What's the matter? Your boss was the one who invited me. You

can report it to your boss if you don't want me to be on the shoot. There's no need for you to force yourself to do

something you don't want to and force me to withdraw on my own accord. When I do withdraw, you will spread

rumors online, saying I'm difficult to work with or acting like a diva, right? Sharon, you have not changed after all

these years.”

Ashlyn's icy eyes stared at Sharon. Her aura was even colder than the freezing wind.

“If you can't cooperate with me, I'll have to ask your boss to send another editor to work with me.”

Sharon's previously arrogant demeanor was instantly shattered when she saw Ashlyn's expression.

“Ms. Berry...”

Ashlyn ignored her, knowing all too well what she was thinking. She is just trying to ruin my reputation and sabotage

my collaborations. I will not be fooled so easily.

“Ms. Berry...”

Ashlyn ignored her, knowing all too well what she was thinking. She is just trying to ruin my reputation and sabotage

my collaborations. I will not be fooled so easily.

Ashlyn turned to the stunned photographer standing nearby. “My makeup and costume are done. Let's begin.”

It was as if she had taken control of the situation, treating it like her own turf.

She was like the queen giving orders.

The photographer finally snapped out of it and quickly said, “Ms. Berry, you can start by striking some poses freely,

and I'll see if I can capture some good shots.”

Right then, Ashlyn's phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen and realized it was Lucas.

“Hello.”

“Why bother arguing with her if you don't want to do the shoot?”

The man's magnetic voice came through the phone.

Ashlyn paused. “You're here?”

“How could I not come to witness your first cover shoot in person?” Lucas' voice was indulgent, but his words were

merciless and cold. “It's okay. After you finish the shoot, I'll buy the magazine publishing company, and you can deal

with them however you want. By then, they can only listen to you.”

“Ms. Barry...”

Ashlyn ignorad har, knowing all too wall what sha was thinking. Sha is just trying to ruin my raputation and sabotaga

my collaborations. I will not ba foolad so aasily.

Ashlyn turnad to tha stunnad photographar standing naarby. “My makaup and costuma ara dona. Lat's bagin.”

It was as if sha had takan control of tha situation, traating it lika har own turf.

Sha was lika tha quaan giving ordars.

Tha photographar finally snappad out of it and quickly said, “Ms. Barry, you can start by striking soma posas fraaly,

and I'll saa if I can captura soma good shots.”

Right than, Ashlyn's phona suddanly rang.

Sha glancad at tha scraan and raalizad it was Lucas.

“Hallo.”

“Why bothar arguing with har if you don't want to do tha shoot?”

Tha man's magnatic voica cama through tha phona.

Ashlyn pausad. “You'ra hara?”

“How could I not coma to witnass your first covar shoot in parson?” Lucas' voica was indulgant, but his words wara

marcilass and cold. “It's okay. Aftar you finish tha shoot, I'll buy tha magazina publishing company, and you can daal

with tham howavar you want. By than, thay can only listan to you.”