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.

'What an entitled bitch! She's in the wrong, and she loses her temper? Humph! She should thank me. I gave her the rights for a good price, ' she thought.

Trying her best to quell her anger, Phoebe lowered her voice and said, "Matthew didn't say anything when I sketched him. So what right do you have to treat me like this

ing 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.

At the same time, she complained in her mind, 'Don't pretend you don't know. Is there someone else who has sketched you before?'

After thinking a while, Matthew asked attentively, "Did you and Phoebe get in a fight?"

'She dared to sketch me without my permission. She must be tired of living.'

"What? Why would you think that?" Erica suddenly smiled brightly. "I'm an adorable girl that everyone likes. Why would I ever get in a fight?"

The man raised his eyebrows. 'Well, she's right. She is adorable. So did she push Phoebe around? Probably. After all, she took the sketch. I don't think Phoebe can do anything to intimidate her.'