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.

He was a rising star in the industry, and figured that some photos by a high profile

action movie roles.

a photographer. I take

tried to line up the perfect shot, he kept babbling away. "Why do you

to talk, but she felt embarrassed if she ignored him. "I have a cold, and I don't want to give it to you. Hence, the mask." She pointed at her face.

How old are you

answered perfunctorily while adjusting the shutter

was in an uproar. Rather than the usual din of calls for "action," sound effects, and lines being recited, there was a different kind of commotion.

attention to it. Sometimes people stood and gawked at a star walking on set. That kind of thing happened at least a couple times a day.

it was different!

was no star, even though everyone recognized him.

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

silently and finally stood beside

excitedly when he saw the man beside Erica, "Wow! It's

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

down the camera at once and walked to

was just an act, as she thought to herself, 'I'm screwed. He caught me lying

tiny face was completely exposed did he feel

astonished everyone nearby. They then realized

was hanging out with friends today. "I need the money. This shoot alone is

she would have smashed the camera in front of the effeminate man

the two. He ran over and cut

be really excited to have tears in his eyes

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

Dylan didn't seem to notice that, either. He continued, "I'm