Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 395 Messing With Mia

Everyone was expecting a fight. They expected Veronica to get embarrassed, but for some reason, Larry stopped in his tracks and looked back in shock. He stared at Veronica and shifted his gaze to the slip in her hands. There was only one word written on it—Crazy.

He hesitated for a few moments, but eventually, he took the slip and unfolded it. The look on his face changed ten times when he read through the slip. In the end, he tucked it away and asked, “How many photos would you like?”

“Oh my god. What’s going on?” “No idea. Why does Larry suddenly want to give her the photos?”

“This is unexpected.” “What did she write? I wanna know.”

“Me too.” “And she called him crazy. Do they know each other?”

Everyone was in shock, and they were discussing the sudden change. Veronica, however, remained calm. “Ten,” she said. “Sure. Come with me.” He then chuckled. “Thirty grand for ten photos is a bad price though. Sell them to someone else.” “Oh my god, what’s going on?”

“Larry is helping her.”

“Is she his friend?”

“Odd. Did I miss something?”

“Forty-five grand for ten photos, Larry!”

“I’ll give you sixty grand!”

“Seventy grand!”

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to get his autographed photos. I’m not trying to run an auction house here. Larry was a polymath. He had debuted as a model, but eventually everyone found out that he could sing, dance, and even act well. She did not expect so many

awkward. Someone even called her out for being disrespectful to Larry. They accused her of cheapening his photos, since she would only pay thirty grand for ten of them. Embarrassed, Mia smiled sheepishly and changed her tune. “I-I was just joking around with my assistant, Larry. Um, how about I pay you s-seventy-five grand for ten

can do whatever you want.” He shrugged, choosing to stay out

her account number. “Now give me the money, please.” People like them could make transactions amounting to a few hundred grand per day, so seventy-five grand going into

not expect her to demand payment that soon. She trembled and blanched. “We’re

Larry promised to give us the photos. Would he lie to us? Or do you not trust him?” Veronica pushed her into a corner, refusing to let her off the

I don’t even have seventy-five grand right now. How on earth am I supposed to pay her? “No, of course not. I trust

her where it hurt

unexpected. I just

his photos without money.

“Wow, she’s super poor.”

don’t think there are poor models

“Who knows?”

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herself to look bad in front of her idol, so she bit the bullet and said, “I only have

okay then. We are colleagues after all. You won’t go back on your word,” Veronica

her sixty grand. It was a big sum for her, but

“Thanks, Larry.” She then left like nobody’s

What’s going on? She made seventy-five grand off Larry and asked him to finish the job for her. Um, wow. She’s… one heck of

straight back to the hotel from the runway, and she was removing her makeup when someone called her. It was a Destor number, but she had

“Demoness? Is that you?”

recognized that voice, and she roared in laughter. “And I thought you forgot about