Erica looked at her husband, her face pale. "Matthew, why are you holding your chest? Are you hurt?" she asked nervously.

Sheffield's eyes widened in disbelieve. His fists never made contact with Matthew's chest or anywhere near it! "Rika, don't trust him!" he yelled desperately. 'Matthew! You are such a scheming man!' thought Sheffield.

Erica was pissed. Matthew's face was twisted in pain; he looked very uncomfortable, and yet Sheffield was still trying to sow discord between them. She held Matthew's arm and glared at Sheffield. "Sheffield, don't deny it! You are making me really angry!" she threatened.

Matthew's eyes were filled with mischief.

Erica noticed nothing, but Sheffield saw it clearly. He was, once again, being accused of something he hadn't done, yet he had no way to prove his innocence. "Okay, okay. Take him for a CT scan, Rika, just in case my punch has damaged his rib or something," he mocked.

Erica gasped and held on to Matthew tightly. "So, you admit it! How dare you hit my husband! Sheffield, if I see you bully Matthew again, I will definitely tell Dad about this!" She knew that Sheffield was terrified of Carlos, and used his name to threaten the poor man.

This time, Matthew really did feel a pang in his chest—he tried his best to control his laughter, or his wife would find out that he was lying.

Sheffield sighed and hit his forehead. "Rika, do you really think that I am the kind of person who would bully others casually?" he asked Erica in an attempt to restore his good impression.

Erica was a little stunned. Before she could change her mind or think any further, Matthew distracted her. He said softly, "Rika, I'm not feeling good. Help me to my office."

His words successfully distracted her attention from Sheffield. She held his arm and said, "Come on. Be careful. Slowly!"

"Okay, honey."

Sheffield watched as the scheming man led the innocent woman back to the office, arm in arm.

Matthew was so good at deceiving Erica!

The employees had witnessed everything that had transpired among the three of them. When Sheffield passed by the secretary department, Owen tried his best to hold back his laughter and told the defeated man, "Mr. Tang, goodbye!"

Sheffield glanced at him gloomily. He couldn't hel

l on the documents, and then, she would secretly get his fingerprints too while he was asleep. She was going to sue Phoebe for him.

"Come here."

She jumped over to him obediently and kissed him on the cheek. "Honey!"

After hearing her call him like that, he thought that giving the seal to her was worth it even if she was planning to sell him.

Matthew handed over his seal to her willingly. He held her in his arms and lowered his head to plant a deep kiss on her lips.

Having achieved her goal, Erica left the company soon after.

Now, there was only one last step left.

That night, in order to make Matthew fall asleep early, Erica actively pestered him so that he would not go to work in the study.

Thinking that she was hoping to get laid, he did what he thought she wanted.

Erica sighed as Matthew started taking off his clothes. 'No! This is not what I have in mind!' But for her own sake, she played along with him.

After they had sex, Erica fell asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night with a start.

She grabbed the phone beside the bed and looked at the time—3:45 a.m.

She quietly looked at the man sleeping next to her. His breathing was even; he was fast asleep.

She carefully removed his arm from her waist and tip-toed out of bed.

She quickly grabbed a few A4 papers and a lipstick from her bag under the light of her mobile phone and crept to the bedside.

She opened the lipstick cap and rubbed it over the man's thumb. At that moment, he suddenly turned over.