“Name it," he said, confused.

“Have you heard of the Ninth Photography Competition of Alorith?"

Matthew nodded, "Yeah. You entered, right?" He had noticed it before.

“Of course I did. But the deadline is in two weeks. I've been so busy I haven't had any time to get anything prepared The girl's voice sounded very pitiful. She had been busy gathering evidence to use against Phoebe, then Yvette was getting married, and then she got pregnant, not to mention her homework. When did she have the time to plan out the perfect piece?

She was so depressed that she couldn't even find any inspiration until now.

The man had a bad feeling about this, and answered quickly, "I'll take you to..." He trailed off. 'The North Pole? No, the best time to shoot the northern lights is in the winter time. But now it's spring. Since I can't control time, there's no way. So that's out...'

Thoughts were buzzing through his brain. Settling on an idea, he offered, "I know a beautiful beach. The sea water there is half pink and half green..." ‘I think she'll like that, ‘ he thought.

“No way!" The girl refused decisively.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Matthew said, "Then what do you want to photograph?"

“I want to use you as a model!" This idea had already taken root in her heart.

‘I knew it!" He felt helpless.

“Honey, I'm not real comfortable with that. Find a different idea, please..."

“Why should I? If Phoebe can sketch you, why can't I get a few choice shots?" She had to take some pictures of Matthew.

“Didn't I tell you she did it behind my back?" Speaking of Phoebe's sketch, Matthew suddenly remembered one thing. The sketch was gone, and

Erica hadn't mentioned anything about it recently

Was it because that Phoebe was afraid of telling on Erica, or was it because that Erica was biding her time until she could truly unleash hell on Phoebe?

“Fine! I won't force you. After all, you're a pretty busy guy," she said. It was rare for Erica to stop pestering him. So what was really going on?

“Thanks, honey."

Erica pretended to be thinking out loud.

"There is another option," she murmured.

“They're having a showcase of male models at the convention center in a couple days. I thought I might head down there and snap a few pics. They shouldn't mind. They're paid to be comfortable naked.

"Erica!" The man's cold voice came from the other end of the Line.

The girl pretended to be surprised.

“Oh, you haven't hung up yet?

You've been so quiet!"