Noreen was furious. ‘Listen to her! She's literally bragging about her rich husband!‘ Despite that, she continued, "Coffee not your thing? No problem! There's a teahouse nearby..."

“No. my husband owns tons of tea factories. After the tea is picked and packed, the bags of tea leaves are piled high like mountains in our warehouses. I never want for tea. But I feel bad for you, Noreen. You have to go to a public place Like a teahouse to drink tea? I would have thought a famous actress like yourself wouldn't have to do that. How about this? Since you've been so nice to me, I'll ask someone to send you a few pounds of our finest tea, so you can see how the other half lives," Erica offered.

Flames of fury were burning in Noreen's eyes.

"Honestly, you're just a terrible bitch!"

“What? A bitch? Moi? Noreen, why are you acting Like this?" Erica said, pretending to be hurt.

“I offered you some of our best tea, and you call me names? Wow! Just-wow. I'm not sure what bug crawled in your panties, but that's no reason to take it out on me!"

“Erica!” Noreen was so angry she forgot that she was a public figure

Her rep could be damaged by losing it like this. She strode over and raised her hand to slap Erica.

But before she could do anything, a bodyguard came out, gripped

Noreen's wrist tightly and threw her to the ground. He was anything but gentle.

Noreen fell to the ground awkwardly, and her eyes were full of defiance.

"Erica, you'll pay for humiliating me like this! I'll make your life a Living hell!"

Erica walked past the bodyguards, squatted down and looked at her with a smug grin.

“Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots, Noreen. Don't worry. After we're done here, we're done, period. Find another photographer. Maybe they'll be okay with being slapped around.”

Then she stood up and got into the car

After the car left, her agent helped Noreen up.

Looking at the car zooming away in the distance, she took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

“Hey, it's me. I messed with Erica just now.

She shouldn't suspect a thing.”

After Michel had said his piece on the other end, she nodded and ended the call.

Erica heaved a sigh of relief when Noreen disappeared from her rearview mirror. She took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Send people to every dock in the city. Yeah, you heard right. I want detailed reports on every ship coming and going."

Back to the villa, Erica turned on her camera and checked the photos she shot today. She was annoyed just looking at them. She really didn't want to touch up the photos for Noreen. It disgusted her looking at the woman, but it was her job.

“Dammit! Forget it. Work is work, and I shouldn't bring my personal feelings into it. I better start working.'

Erica had a good work ethic, and was a consummate professional. This collection of Noreen's photos caused quite a stir after they were released, just like Dylan's photos did. Erica was quite the photographer, and knew what she was doing.