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 the camera. Sophia wants to see how

and said, “If you don’t trust me, feel

you being so arrogant? We just

my camera. Why should I let you look

you are?”

you think

darkened

a wave of satisfaction. Finally, someone put

sharp features radiated an aggressive beauty. Her

to be? I need to

don’t trust my skills, you can cancel the

Sophia had no intention of working well from the start, why hire her in the first place?

just here to pick

the case, Charlotte wasn’t

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

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

are you doing?!”

the camera back at Charlotte. “I just wanted to look at the pictures. Was that really

hurriedly caught the camera, saving it from damage. She quickly checked the

without any more drama, or cancel the contract. But if you’re determined to

sneered, “You’re imagining things. Who do you think you are? Why would I

mocking laugh and turned to

“If it weren’t for Charlene, would you even be