Matthew didn't beat around the bush.

"You won't have time."

“What do you mean?" she insisted. If others could do it, she could too.

“I mean, you shouldn't have to worry about it. You just need to be who you are. Your priority is your studies."

Thinking of something, Erica curled her lips and murmured, "That sounds good. But you don't help me with my studies!”

“What are you talking about? I support you as much as I can." Matthew couldn't believe his ears. He paid her tuition. Actually, he had paid for books, supplies, everything. He had bought her the camera she wanted. He had personally pulled strings and got her credits to transfer.

And now she was saying he didn't support her. What kind of crazy talk was that?

“Well, you don't help me with my homework. You don't allow me to take pictures of you, and then I had no choice but to use Hyatt as a model.

That got me embroiled in a plagiarism scandal. If you had Let me take some pics of you earlier, no one would have bothered me."

Even if Kaitlyn managed to steal her photos, Kaitlyn would have to explain everything to Matthew if he asked her to. Erica wouldn't have needed to be so anxious, and she wouldn't have had to bother Sheffield with it.

Another thing that made Erica angry was that Matthew didn't keep his promise. She did what he suggested, gave him what he wanted, but he still wouldn't let her take pictures of him.

Hearing her rant, Matthew smiled, probably because he was too angry.

"So, you think having your work stolen is my fault?"

The girl nodded affirmatively, "Yeah!" The man didn't want to talk to this unreasonable girl anymore.

When Erica was about to leave, she suddenly looked back at the man cleaning the table carefully.

"Matthew," she suddenly called in a sweet voice.

Matthew paused for a second. She probably needed his help again, but he pretended not to hear her.

Erica thought Matthew hadn't heard her, so she hurried over and stood in front of him. Donning a sweet smile, she began, “Matthew, I have a question for you."

The man was still silent.

But this time Erica was sure that he had heard her-he just didn't want to talk. All the same, she went on.

“Matthew, do you care about three thousand dollars?"

Hearing this, Matthew tossed the rag into the sink and said, "I care."

She pulled a long face.

“What? You care about three thousand dollars?

Isn't it said that a CEO can make a hundred million dollars in a minute?"