Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When the group of women left ZL Group, their faces were twisted into masks of rage.

Erica was blissfully ignorant of what else was going on, and continued snapping photos from the balcony of their villa.

'Hmm...I still need a drone. But I don't want to dip into the cash Matthew floated me. Let's see if I can take on some freelance work and pay for it that way, ' she thought.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Chantel. "Hey, know anyone who needs portrait work? I'll even take on a contract with a company at this point. I need cash and fast! Let me know, okay?" She was so short of money that she started to tackle other people's projects for pay.

It took a bit for Chantel to reply. "Hey, I just got your message. I was shooting my new drama. We just broke for a meal. And I've got a plum assignment for you. Why don't you take pics of me? I've always wanted to be a model for the famous photographer, EM!"

Erica chuckled, "Sounds like a plan. And if we screw up, I can always fix it in post. But I couldn't charge you—you're a friend. And I have to focus on making money now."

Tessie and Chantel knew better than anyone how good Erica was at photography.

"No problem. Just use your professional name EM. People will be lining up in the streets to model for you! But I'll put the word out you're looking for work!"

The name "Erica" wasn't well-known in the photography industry, but everyone knew EM.

"Thank you! Love you, dear sister-in-law."

Looking at the word "sister-in-law," Chantel smiled happily. It had been more than two weeks since she saw Gifford. Keeping this in mind, she rang her assistant. "I'm heading back home in two days. Get me tickets, please. I'll be gone for at least that long."

"Yes, ma'am," came the assistant's prompt reply. Chantel ended the call, and called her agent to let her know. Her agent wasn't okay with it. "Two days? You're in the middle of a shoot, not to mention the fact that your time off is affecting the work we can find you! Have you thought about that? Your opportunities will be drying up! Why don't we wait a bit to schedule a vacation?" The agent was just looking out for her. She knew Chantel had always been short of money.

But Chantel shook her head. She had promised Gifford to be home more often. No matter how much money she made, it was not as important as family. "Just make sure to let everyone know."

Knowing Chantel had made up her mind, the agent had to acquiesce. "Okay," she said. "It's your career."

Like a good friend, Chantel came through for her. The next day, Erica had some lucrative work.

of her photo shoot was a famous young man named Dylan. He was a rising star in the industry, and figured

tons of action movie roles. But he was really

my business. I'm just a photographer. I take pictures, '

man was way too chatty. While she tried to line up the perfect shot, he kept babbling away. "Why do you wear a mask?" he

ignored him. "I have a cold, and I don't want

see. How old are you

adjusting the

Rather than the usual din of calls for "action,"

walking on set. That kind of thing happened at least a couple

this time, it

star, even though everyone recognized him.

he stepped into the studio, he saw a woman in a

walked up silently and

saw the man beside Erica, "Wow! It's Mr. Huo! Mr.

suddenly had a bad feeling about this. She turned her head and—sure enough! She didn't even know how long Matthew had been standing

the camera at once and walked to her husband with a smile, holding his arm.

thought to herself, 'I'm screwed.

a mask. Unsatisfied, he pulled it off. Only when her tiny face was completely exposed did he

then realized that the

she was hanging out with friends today. "I need the money. This shoot alone is worth a couple hundred thousand. How could I

the money, she would have smashed the camera in front of the

going on between the two. He ran over and cut in, "Mr. Huo! I'm so excited to see

have tears in his eyes like

was not so enthused. He didn't even acknowledge Dylan's

to notice that, either. He continued, "I'm a