Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 212 Picking a Fight on Purpose

Agnes said, “You…”

“That’s enough,” Sophia said. “Let’s go get ready.”

She got up and walked right past Charlotte, never taking off her sunglasses or sparing her a single glance.

Agnes snorted coldly and followed Sophia out.

Charlotte watched the scene with an indifferent expression, not reacting much.

Tina was furious. “What’s her deal? If it weren’t for you five years ago, would she even be famous? Would she have the success she has now? What an ungrateful little snake!”

“Let’s grab something to eat,” Charlotte said casually.

The two found a shop and had their lunch. By the time they returned, Sophia’s hair and makeup were done.

The studio was well–equipped. Charlotte took out her camera, adjusted the settings, and said, “We’re ready to start.”

Sophia walked over and struck the poses Charlotte requested.

Agnes stood nearby, handling the lighting.

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Agnes walked over and said, “Hand me

her and said, “If you don’t trust me, feel free to terminate the

so arrogant? We just want to look at the pictures!”

“It’s my camera. Why should I let you look at

you are?”

you think

darkened

felt a wave of satisfaction. Finally, someone put

moment, Sophia walked over. Her sharp features radiated an aggressive beauty. Her cold, emotionless stare was intimidating.

I know your skills are still what they used to be? I need to check to be sure,” Sophia

replied coolly, “If you don’t trust my

of working well from the

here to

was the case, Charlotte

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colder. In the next second, she reached out and grabbed the camera, catching Charlotte off guard and

expression darkened. She reached out to take the camera back, but Sophia raised her arm to block her. In the process, Charlotte’s nail accidentally scratched Sophia’s arm.

you doing?!”

“I just wanted to look at the pictures.

the camera, saving it from damage. She quickly checked the photos and sighed in relief–they were all still

drama, or cancel the contract. But if you’re determined to pick a fight, I’m ready for

imagining things. Who do you think you are?

a mocking laugh and

shot back, “If it weren’t for Charlene,