True Love Waits novel Chapter 1287

Erica's eyes lit up at once when she saw the card. She kissed the flat piece of plastic again and again, resisting the impulse to scream. "Now that's more like it. Thanks, Matthew," she said.

'Wow, I'm a rich woman now! I pretty much have 12 billion!' This was something she never dreamed of!

Matthew sat on the sofa, his slender legs elegantly overlapped, and continued to charm her, "And there's more where that came from. I have much more than 12 billion. If you behave, you'll have it too!"

"It better be all mine! I'm your wife." She ran over and sat on his lap, draping her arms around his shoulders. "From now on, your money and your house are mine. You can't spend money on any other woman! And no other woman gets to live here either!" she declared.

Simply put, she was jealous. She feared that the women who attached themselves to Matthew weren't just after his money, but Matthew himself.

Matthew smoothed her long hair and made an affectionate noise. "Mmm-hmm." He would agree to whatever she asked.

Erica kissed his thin lips happily, held his neck with her arms, and buried her face in his neck to savor this quiet moment. She was as happy as a clam.

Her heart was full to bursting, and she recited an enthusiastic prayer of praise and gratitude to herself. "Ah! The earth! Ah! The motherland! Ah! Mother! I, Erica Li, am rich now! I can spend money on many young, handsome guys. I feel like an empress! Even better, I'm Wu Zhao, the only ruling empress in China's history.

Matthew is my royal consort, emperor in name only. The four men from the FC group are my imperial noble courtiers. The male model is my noble courtier. All of them exist for my pleasure...'

The man whose neck she was nuzzling was considering having a baby with his wife. He had no idea what was running through Erica's mind at the moment. But he was indirectly responsible for her fantasies.

Erica now agreed with the saying—"A man is loyal to his wife because there are not enough temptations. If there are beautiful women around him, it will stir him from his resolve.

A woman is loyal to her husband because she is not rich enough. If she has enough money, she won't mind buying whatever she wants, including handsome men."

At the City Convention Center

Today, there was fair-sized art show. The exhibition was held by the City Art Gallery and the City Artists Association. The sponsor was the owner of a studio and a painter herself, Phoebe Su.

When Nathan was still alive, he and Matthew invested in the studio. Matthew owned forty percent shares, and Phoebe owned sixty percent.

Publicly, Phoebe was the owner. Matthew was the silent partner. Everyone just assumed it was her studio.

As the boss, Phoebe was busy today. She had to receive guests and do interviews at the same time. She also had to explain the meaning of each piece and what the inspiration was to the guests.

After a while, two people walked in—a man and a woman.

The woman wore a light yellow casual suit, a baseball cap of the same color, a valuable white backpack on her back, and a pair of white Vans—the latest style of skateboarding shoes from that well-known international brand.

Her fingernails were painted with brown nail polish with cartoon patterns, and an expensive white watch could be seen on her slender wrist every once in awhile. She held a cup of red bean milk tea. She looked every inch like someone from a rich family. She played the part well.

The man next to her only wore plain clothes, and people could tell at a glance that he was just an ordinary college student.

The security guard at the door stopped them and asked politely, "Hello, invitations please? You won't get in without them."

The woman took another sip of her milk tea, indicated the man next to her with her head. The man understood and took out two invitation letters from his backpack and handed them to the security guard. "Here you are."

When the security guard saw Matthew's name on the invitations, he immediately guessed who the woman was, so he let these two go in without much of a fuss.

As soon as they left, the security guard called Phoebe and informed her, "Miss Su, two people with Mr. Huo's invitations are here."