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She was certain that Mrs. Barrette wanted a divorce, and it definitely wasn’t because of Roberto.
After being treated so coldly by Mr. Barrette, it was already impressive that Mrs. Barrette had held on for five years.
But judging by Mr. Barrette’s reaction just now, he clearly didn’t see it that way.
In the end, it was all just a matter of male possessiveness and pride!
As Lindsay was thinking this, the PR manager walked over.
“Ms. Powell, the chief editor of the IG website wants to do an exclusive interview with Mr. Barrette and Mrs. Bar- rette. When will Mr. Barrette be available?”
Lindsay sighed inwardly.
This interview really couldn’t have come at a worse time.
“Got it, I’ll arrange a time with Mr. Barrette. You can go back now.”
After the PR manager left, Lindsay returned to her own office.
Having worked alongside Damian for so many years, she knew he was a boss who kept his personal and professional life strictly separate.
But this matter—she really didn’t dare to schedule anything for Damian without careful consideration.
Just moments ago, she learned that Claudine was still in contact with her first love, and now she had to arrange for them to show affection in front of the media.
If she were Damian…
Forget it, that’s not something a mere employee like her should worry about.
Claudine received the news in the evening.
She returned from Adriana’s place and went back to Belmont Villas.
Her application materials had already been approved; all that was left was the interview stage.
For nearly five years, Claudine had studied Adriana’s papers and national research projects over and over, and she felt confident about the upcoming interview.
She calculated the timing–by the time her interview was over and she received the notification, she and Damian should have completed their divorce procedures.
It would be a complete farewell to the past, entering a new phase of life with a clean slate.
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The study door was knocked, and Claudine called for the person to come in.
“Mrs. Barrette, Mr. Barrette said there’s an interview tonight and asked you to prepare. Here are the makeup artist and stylist Mr. Barrette arranged for you.”
Claudine glanced at the person who had come in.
“Understood.”
She had promised Damian that during this period, she would cooperate and play the role of “Mrs. Barrette” well.
Claudine stood up.
“Let’s go to the dressing room!”
While she was getting her makeup done, Lindsay called to say Damian had a last–minute meeting and would arrive late, asking Claudine to go to the TV station first.
“Got it!”
The makeup artist spoke with envy.
“Mrs. Barrette, your features are so delicate! I’ve done makeup for so many celebrities, but none are as beautiful as you!
Your skin is so fair that even the lightest shade turns into contour on your face.
“If you entered the entertainment industry, you’d definitely outshine all the rising stars and become a top celebrity.”
The stylist beside her brought over three outfits for Claudine to choose from.
Hearing the makeup artist’s words, the stylist chimed in.
“Mrs. Barrette has Mr. Barrette doting on her, why would she need to go into showbiz!
“I used to wonder why Mr. Barrette never made Mrs. Barrette’s identity public, but now I understand.
“If I had such a beautiful wife, I’d keep her hidden too.”
The staff kept exchanging compliments, each one more flattering than the last.
Claudine looked at herself in the mirror.
Suddenly, she understood why Damian, who never loved her, was still willing to marry her.
It was because she was beautiful enough, qualified to be a trophy wife.
In the studio.
When Claudine arrived, Damian had not yet come.
She sat quietly in the lounge, reading the script and waiting.
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After a while, Damian finally arrived.
“Mr. Barrette!”
“Mr. Barrette!”
Hearing the voices around her, Claudine looked up.
Damian was dressed in a classic British three–piece suit, the crisp fabric making his posture even more upright.
To be honest, his looks were no less than those of male celebrities.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen for him at first sight and been trapped for eleven years.
Thinking of this, Claudine withdrew her gaze.
The makeup artist came over to touch up her makeup, and Claudine casually placed the script on the table.
Damian was held up by several station executives, exchanging pleasantries with them.
Separated by two or three meters, Damian’s gaze kept unconsciously drifting toward that woman.
Her makeup was exquisite today; under the fill lights, even from a distance, he could see her long lashes and lively
eyes.
Damian raised his hand to adjust his tie and turned away, refusing to look at her again.
A TV station staff member came over to remind him.
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