‘Wow, I'm a rich woman now! I pretty much have 12 billion!’ This was something she never dreamed of!

Matthew sat on the sofa, his slender legs elegantly overlapped, and continued to charm her, "And there's more where that came from. I have much more than 12 billion. If you behave, you'll have it too!"

“It better be all mine! I'm your wife." She ran over and sat on his lap, draping her arms around his shoulders.

"From now on, your money and your house are mine. You can't spend money on any other woman! And no other woman gets to live here either!" she declared.

Simply put, she was jealous. She feared that the women who attached themselves to Matthew weren't just after his money, but Matthew himself.

Matthew smoothed her long hair and made an affectionate noise.

“Mmm-hmm."" He would agree to whatever she asked

Erica kissed his thin lips happily, held his neck with her arms, and buried her face in his neck to savor this quiet moment. She was as happy as a clam.

Her heart was full to bursting, and she recited an enthusiastic prayer of praise and gratitude to herself.

"Ah! The earth! Ah! The motherland!

Ah! Mother! I, Erica, am rich now! I can spend money on many young, handsome guys. I feel like an empress! Even better, I'm an empress Like the only female empress in China's history.

Matthew is my royal consort, emperor in name only. The four men from the FC group are my imperial noble courtiers. The male model is my noble courtier. All of them exist for my pleasure...

The man whose neck she was nuzzling was considering having a baby with his wife. He had no idea what was running through Erica's mind at the moment. But he was indirectly responsible for her fantasies.

Erica now agreed with the saying-"A man is Loyal to his wife because there are not enough temptations. If there are beautiful women around him, it will stir him from his resolve.

A woman is Loyal to her husband because she is not rich enough. If she has enough money, she won't mind buying whatever she wants, including handsome men."

At the City Convention Center

Today, there was fair-sized art show. The exhibition was held by the

City Art Gallery and the City Artists Association. The sponsor was the owner of a studio and a painter herself, Phoebe.

When Nathan was still alive, he and Matthew invested in the studio.

Matthew owned forty percent shares, and Phoebe owned sixty percent.

Publicly, Phoebe was the owner. Matthew was the silent partner.

Everyone just assumed it was her studio.

As the boss, Phoebe was busy today. She had to receive guests and do interviews at the same time. She also had to explain the meaning of each piece and what the inspiration was to the guests.

After a while, two people walked in-a man and a woman.

The woman wore a light yellow casual suit, a baseball cap of the same color, a valuable white backpack on her back, and a pair of white Vans— the latest style of skateboarding shoes from that well-known international brand.