True Love Waits

Chapter 1288 His Handsome Soul

"What am I doing?" Erica flashed a wicked grin. She was annoyed by Phoebe's sketch. 'Matthew wouldn't even let me take a picture of him. How could he let Phoebe sketch him? I'll take the sketch to him and settle accounts with him!'

As for how to do this, she had two options-she could buy it or snatch it. And which one she chose depended on Phoebe!

But there was a note next to the sketch-"Not for sale."

'Dammit! Looks like I only have one choice.

Phoebe is smart, using a sketch of my husband to attract people to her exhibition,' she thought to herself.

Erica handed the sketch to Hyatt, took her milk tea back and sipped it as if nothing had happened. "Do you know how much money my husband is worth? How dare you make a sketch of him! But now that we're here, maybe you can pay royalties for using his likeness. Five million should be enough!"

She couldn't just use her husband's money. She had to make some extra money for their family.

She extended her hand, palm up, waiting for Phoebe to write that check!

"Five million?" Phoebe's eyes went wide in surprise. She was upset now, and couldn't help but raise her voice. "Wow, you're a greedy bitch, aren't you?"

Her voice carried, and echoed through the exhibition hall. People were naturally curious to find out what happened, but the security guards blocked the way, and the onlookers could not get close to them. "What's wrong? Think his likeness rights aren't worth five mil? Why don't you try to invite my husband over to attend your art show? He wouldn't do it even for a few billion." Normally, Erica would have asked for at most five hundred grand. But ever since she married Matthew, it had affected the way she thought about money. After all, he was so rich and always gave her as much as she wanted.

She already snapped a pic of Matthew, and she remembered his reaction. He asked for 100 million. So asking for five million was generous.

an entitled bitch! She's in the wrong, and she loses her temper? Humph! She should thank me. I gave her

do you have to treat me like this?

pet snake was nothing too, right?" If she was right, the place where Phoebe

woman across her face. "Erica Li, I can't apologize to you. Just go away, sooner rather than

to tell you the truth, I wanted to gather all your paintings and burn them in public!" However, she knew that many people believed Phoebe's innocent act, and had no idea who she really was. Everyone thought Erica was a troublemaker, but had nothing but good things to say about Phoebe. She didn't want to drag the Huo family name through the mud, much less dishonor the Li

Since you won't apologize to me and won't pay the money for my husband's likeness rights, I'll sue you for violating my husband's rights. That plus legal fees should cost a hefty sum!" After saying that, Erica took out her phone and sent a WeChat message. "Hey, are you there?" She didn't have a lawyer, and had to ask someone to help her find one. Since Matthew liked Phoebe, she didn't know if he would be willing to help. So she had to

Erica?" came

find a lawyer," she texted back. If she didn't teach Phoebe a real lesson, Phoebe would continue to plague

really going to sue her. Everyone knew lawsuits were long, drawn out, and troublesome. "Sue me if you like," she said. "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

ask for too

family has ten million, but Mom would never

mean look on her face, she trash-talked Erica. "I've never seen a

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

was sent and dialed the number. "Hello, is this Mr. Kelvin

got your friend's message. I was about

thing. Someone violated my

left the exhibition hall

guards wanted to stop them, but they didn't dare to

Pearl

he heard his wife mumbling something. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand. "I

asked casually, hanging his coat