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 fans of

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,

you want.” He

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 Veronica’s account was no

soon. She trembled and blanched. “We’re not in a hurry, are we? I’ll pay you once

do you not trust him?” Veronica

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

where it hurt most. “I don’t mind though. Someone

just made seventy-five grand from this

can’t buy his photos without money. What

“Wow, she’s super poor.”

are poor models on this runway, are

“Who knows?”

…

and Mia felt humiliated. However, she would never allow herself to look bad in front of her idol, so she bit the bullet and said, “I only have my card on me. I’ll give you sixty grand first.

okay then. We are colleagues after all. You

a big sum for her,

“Thanks, Larry.” She then left

on? She made seventy-five grand off Larry and asked him to finish the job for her. Um, wow.

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

“Demoness? Is that you?”

recognized that voice, and she roared in laughter. “And I