My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 964 Sour Grapes

“Um, Ms. Berry, this is Mr. Jensen, Mr. Shaw's future father-in-law... You might want to...” one of the backstage staff

reminded Ashlyn softly after hurrying over.

She meant to say that they could not afford to offend Richard's fiancée and father-in-law.

After all, Ashlyn was only Richard's godsister, which was nothing compared to his direct family.

When Robert heard the woman speaking to him was Ashlyn, he turned contemptuous and sneered, “Ha! Ashlyn

Berry? Are you the unknown influencer who took Sadie's spot at the opening show? Lucas must love you so much

to throw you out under the spotlight, walking down a runway.”

Ashlyn smiled at his snarky comments. “Oh, I suppose you must also love your daughter so much you allow her to

do a humble job like modeling.”

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Robert was caught off guard by her witty comeback, but he quickly replied, “My daughter is a supermodel. Do you

know what that is? She's famous worldwide! You're nothing compared to her. You're just a wannabe.”

“Actually, did you drink from the toilet before coming here? Is that why nothing good comes out of your mouth

when you speak?” Ashlyn dissed.

“You—You're so vulgar!” Robert exclaimed, his face puffing red as he breathed heavily.

Cassandra was enough to piss him off, let alone another woman who talked just like her.

I swear birds of the same feather flock together. This filthy woman is just like Cassandra!

“You're the one who started it, Mr. Jensen. You said I was a wannabe. It seems like Jensen Group's president is

equally vulgar. Your level of sophistication amazed me,” Ashlyn refuted as she glanced dispassionately at the man

and his daughters.

“To be honest, I'm not surprised the daughters you brought up turned out to love sour grapes,” Ashlyn added.

Here, she smiled and clapped, signaling her men to bring some Sour Patch Kids.

A man in black took the cue and shoved two packets of Sour Patch Kids in Shiela and Sadie's hands.

“Have some sour candies and stop eating sour grapes.”

“You!” Shiela screamed in vexation as she held her slightly swollen belly. “Do you think you can walk all over me and

call me a sore loser just because Richie is your godbrother? I'll tell him everything you did!”

“Go ahead, but just on a side note, I wasn't expecting you to admit that you're a sore loser,” Ashlyn pointed out

fearlessly, her brows arched.

“Dad! This is too much! How could she shame me like this?” Shiela cried, her eyes turning red.

“Calm down, Shiela. You're pregnant now,” Sadie reminded as she held her sister's waist, still not forgetting to glare

at Ashlyn to show support for her sister. “Let me warn you, Ashlyn. You'll be responsible if anything happens to the

baby,” she threatened.

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Then, she looked at the person in charge and demanded, “I want to be in the opening show. Shiela will be Richard's

wife soon, so you'd better do as I say or be prepared to be fired.”

Sadie's tone was so overbearing one would mistake her for the president's wife herself.

Caught in a tight spot, the person in charge glanced at Ashlyn and looked back at Sadie, saying, “I'm sorry, Ms.

Sadie. Mr. Shaw gave explicit orders to have Ms. Berry as the model for the opening show, so I can't do anything to

change that.”

“I'll call Richard right now. There's no way an influencer can replace a model at Shaw Group's opening show. This is

going to be the biggest joke ever. Richard must have mistaken,” Sadie insisted as she reached for her phone.

“Aren't you making an appearance at the closing show? That's the grand finale. Wouldn't that be better?” the man

suggested, wiping off the sweat from his forehead.

It was no easy task trying to navigate the Jensen family's dynamic.

“But I want to be the first! I want to wear the night sky dress. I can pull it off better than she does!”

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