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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just wanted 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 him here

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

you want.” He shrugged, choosing

is. I’m your assistant, after all.” She heaved a sigh and took her phone out to text Mia her account number. “Now give me the money, please.” People

that soon. She trembled and blanched. “We’re not in

you not trust him?”

held her phone, thinking, I spent a boatload of money yesterday, so I don’t even have seventy-five grand right now. How on earth am I supposed to pay her? “No, of

it hurt most. “I don’t mind though. Someone else can buy it

I just made seventy-five grand from

his photos without money. What

“Wow, she’s super poor.”

poor models on this runway, are

“Who knows?”

…

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.

You won’t go back on

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

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

Holy shit. What’s going on? She made seventy-five grand off Larry and asked him to finish

the hotel from the runway, and she was removing her makeup when someone called her. It was a Destor number, but she had no idea who the caller was. “Who is

“Demoness? Is that you?”

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