Take My Breath Away

Hearing the mention of Phoebe's name stoked Erica's anger into open flame. Her tone rose, growing haughty and commanding. "Matthew Huo, remember, both you and the title of Mrs. Huo are mine! As long as I don't give up, Phoebe will never have either."

As for Matthew's heart, though...she didn't know if it was possible to ensure it belonged to her. She could only make sure that his body and the title would be hers. She was confident of that because of Carlos and Debbie.

His heart or feelings would never be hers to control.

A new smile crept onto Matthew's face, more genuine than the last one. His tone softened as he said, "From now on, as long as you are obedient and don't leave me, I will give you more of what you want." But if she didn't listen to him and kept trying to escape, that would be another story.

"What do you think I want? Tell me," Erica said warily. Whatever her husband had in mind, she would see if she was interested in it.

Matthew retrieved a black card from a drawer and placed it on the desk before her. He handled it as carefully as if it was a loaded gun. "Here is twelve billion. If you don't run away and get pregnant with my child in three months, the money will be yours."

It was a diamond-level bank card owned by ZL Group. In fact, the account was already in the name of Erica Li.

However, Matthew would not tell her the truth, not unless he won her heart completely first.

It was always possible that he would lose both his wife and his fortune in the end. These days, it seemed to be growing harder and harder to ignore.

"What?!" As usual, Erica was too excited to know what to say. Waiting for her voice to come back to her was difficult.

She thought, 'Twelve billion! I have never seen so much money!

Please, can someone pinch me? I need to know if I'm dreaming now!'

"You didn't hear me wrong," Matthew told her almost solemnly. "You will have all this if you don't run away within three months and get pregnant with MY child."

Erica couldn't fail to notice how he emphasized the word "my." Why was he talking nonsense? Did she look like a woman who would have an affair? She couldn't even keep up with Matthew every night. How could she have the energy to deal with another man?

Erica picked up the bank card and kissed it. "Deal!"

She could get twelve billion dollars for having a child with Matthew. Laughter rumbled in her heart, and she struggled to hold it inside. 'Oh my, I'm going to be a rich woman. Ha

t love each other that much. What was she supposed to do?

Well, she had to admit that she seemed to have fallen in love with Matthew, this extremely wealthy man. But he seemed to be in love with someone else. What should she do to fix that and win his heart completely?

Erica barely noticed when Sheffield said goodbye and headed into the building. All she was thinking about was money, the twelve billion dollars in the black card and the market value of ZL Group.

At night, in the Su family's dining room

It was a rare night, with all the Su family members present—the exception being Tessie, who had been sent to the slum.

Fanya and Camille were having dinner quietly. Lyman, who was sitting in the host seat, couldn't help but complain about Phoebe. "Matthew Huo used to take care of our company from time to time. But now because of you, he doesn't pay much attention to us anymore—just our company, which it seems he's interested in acquiring for himself. If he succeeds in that, we'll be reduced to bankruptcy!"

Hearing this, Camille glanced at Phoebe coldly and hissed, "Loser!" Phoebe was in a low state. She had gone to great lengths to build a relationship with Matthew, but all her efforts had been in vain. What was more, she had even lost a child, which doubled her misery.

Despite being scolded, she didn't dare lose her temper. She bit her lower lip and spoke, her voice low. "Dad, Mom, Camille, it's really not my fault. It's all because of Erica. She's so arrogant—her meddling ruined everything!" As well, she knew that Matthew loved Erica so much that Phoebe no longer had any chance of interfering with their relationship.