Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Most of the time, even people who were just average-looking ended up looking stunning in his photos.

These days, who doesn't want to look good on camera? That's why everyone treated a talented photographer like him with such respect.

Isabel, on the other hand, didn't quite have what it took.

Her looks barely registered in a world overflowing with beautiful faces and chiseled jawlines.

The only thing that set her apart was her artistic aura, but her style today was a little too bold. Even after touching up her makeup, it was impossible to hide the strong lines, so the final result was never quite what anyone wanted.

Truth be told, she could have just about gotten away with it.

But Isabel refused to cooperate during the shoot, and that was enough to drive anyone up the wall.

"If this is your attitude, I don't see any reason to keep shooting," the photographer said coldly.

Isabel's eyes reddened, her voice quivering. "What did I do wrong? I'm just tired today. I'll be fine once I get into the right mood."

"And how long will that take?" the photographer asked, impatience creeping into his tone.

on Effie. She forced herself

an effort to pull

underwhelming. Not completely unusable, but nowhere near what he'd hoped

finally snapped. "Stop! Are you telling me your agency only brought one model? There's

wrong with you? This opportunity was handed to you on a silver platter and you're just wasting it! Do you have any idea how hard it is to book this photographer? If it weren't for The Etheridge Group's connections, he wouldn't even be

you just put in a

"I'm trying my best! He's just nitpicking. I did every single pose

just not cut out for this line of

out, the photographer

on Effie. "She looks interesting," he

Isabel stormed back over, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "She's not available," she said, her

didn't back

professional," Isabel

of backing off, the photographer's competitive streak was sparked.

he said

smirk.

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