“Huh! You think I'm bluffing? Just wait and see. Frankly, I was going easy on you. I only asked for five million. When I sue you, it will be ten!" She would then have ten million and Matthew's sketch. That would be awesome! She really didn't understand why Phoebe would rather be the target of a Lawsuit. She could just pay her and she'd stop.

‘Did I ask for too much?" she wondered.

‘Ten million? She must be crazy. Where the hell would I get ten million? Well, my family has ten million, but Mom would never give me that kind of cash. I'm not exactly well-loved, *

Phoebe thought to herself. With a mean look on her face, she trash-talked Erica.

"I've never seen a bigger assclown. I feel sorry for Matthew, married to someone like you.”

Erica was really irritated now.

"Well, even if you apologized now, I wouldn't forgive you! I'm definitely suing you. Might as well set aside ten million dollars, because it's going right in my pocket." She swore she would sue Phoebe and force her to give her ten million even though

Matthew really liked her.

Then she found a number from the last WeChat message she was sent and dialed the number.

"Hello, is this Kelvin Adams?”

"Speaking. Erica Leonard, right? I got your friend's message. I was about to call you."

“Well, Kelvin, here's the thing. Someone violated my husband's Likeness rights. I'm going to sue her..."

While Phoebe was gritting her teeth, Erica left the exhibition hall with Hyatt. He held the sketch in his hands.

The security guards wanted to stop them, but they didn’t dare to do anything since their boss, Phoebe, hadn't given them orders.

At the Pearl Villa District

The moment Matthew stepped into the bedroom, he heard his wife mumbling something. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand.

“I think my husband's hotter than that. I don't think she really did him justice.

She just couldn't capture his handsome soul.”

“What are you doing?" Matthew asked casually, hanging his coat on the hanger.

Erica sat at the mirror, and looked back at the man without saying anything.

His curiosity aroused, he loosened his tie and strode around behind his wife. That was when he saw what was on the piece of paper she held. It was a sketch, and it was a sketch of him, no less

“Where did you get that?" he asked. He didn't remember anyone sketching him.

"Oh, I snatched it!" she answered.

Matthew was an observant man. He immediately knew that his wife was angry, so he continued to ask calmly, “Where did you snatch it from?"

“Phoebe's art exhibition," Erica answered bluntly.