New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 396 Do Anything You Want

Cindy stood under the glaring lights, the final moments of her comeback shot ticking down. It was almost surreal to be back. She was so close to reclaiming her old life-just a few more shots, a couple of campaign launches, and soon she'd be walking the runway again

and getting invites to Fashion Week. Just the thought sent a giddy thrill through her.

Cindy adjusted her stance, throwing a casual smile toward the camera while the photographer barked out directions.

"Alright, Cindy, let's go for something... fierce," the photographer called out, gesturing vaguely with his hands. "Tilt your head a bit, look like you're about to devour the world."

Cindy rolled her eyes but smirked, knowing the drill all too well. "Like this?" she said, shifting her pose.

"Perfect. Yes, but more... mysterious, if you can," he replied, snapping away. "Think bold, but refined!"

"Bold but refined? Got it," she mumbled to herself with a grin, exaggerating her expression just a bit for fun. She followed his directions, though. She wasn't about to get booted off her own photoshoot, not when all this mattered so much.

"Alright, Cindy, let's try a bit more energy!" he called out, waving his arms like he was trying to flag down an airplane. "Imagine you're walking through Paris, effortless and chic!"

Cindy rolled her eyes, just barely keeping her expression neutral. Effortless and chic-as if she didn't know how to pose by now. But, smiling tightly, she lifted her chin and gave him exactly what he wanted. The last thing she needed was to annoy anyone on set and risk losing the job.

"Perfect, Cindy, just like that! Now, hands on the hips, chin down a bit, yeah? That's it!"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of holding poses and changing outfits, the photographer lowered his camera with a smile. "We're done! Amazing work, Cindy."

of relief as she stretched out her back. She waved goodbye to the team, already planning her next stop: a

me what to do? Doesn't he know that I was a professional model before Claire Peterson ruined my

day of pampering a massage, manicure,

most exclusive salon in London, Cindy glanced around, hoping there'd be an open spot. This place was almost

the familiar whiff of lavender and eucalyptus hit her, making her sigh in delight. A staff member at the

Cindy said, flashing her best smile. "I'd love

apologetic expression. "I'm

"Could you check again? Maybe someone

nodded and tapped away, only to glance up a moment later with a

there isn't one single spot open? Come on-check one more time. There

receptionist nodded, giving Cindy a sympathetic look. "I'm really sorry. We're

shoulders slumped.

was about to

instantly, with smiles and hushed excitement. The new arrival wore

Ms. Peterson! Right this way; we have a room prepared

at the woman's face. Recognition jolted through her as

It was Claire Peterson.

life and career a few months ago. She glared at the receptionist. "Wait a minute! You just told me you're

Cindy's tone was sharp, her disbelief plain. "What, I'm

staff can't do anything about it, so I'd suggest not blaming them." Cindy's jaw clenched. "Do you remember Claire Peterson? Cindy Marshall? Or maybe not, since

unperturbed. "I meet a lot of people. Excuse me, but I have an appointment." She turned back to the receptionist. "Please, let's