William had just arrived at the private room when he saw Jameson sitting there drinking alone.The
room was strangely quiet.
He walked over and sat opposite Jameson and poured himself a glass of wine, "What happened?"
Jameson remained silent.
William saw the wound on the corner of his lips and couldn't help but sigh.
He knew what had happened without asking.
After the two drank silently for a while, William said, "Is it that hard for you to admit that you like her?"
Jameson's hand, which was holding the wine cup, froze.
He coldly looked up and said, "What did you say?"
"It's not about what I said, but what you're thinking.You said that you hate your wife, but what
everything you've done showed that you liked her."
"That's not gonna happen."
"Then why do you have people keep an eye on Martin?"
After a while, Jameson said indifferently, "She tried to divorce me so that she could marry into the
Morton family.Do you think I would give her such a chance?"
William was speechless.
You'll never wake someone who pretends to be asleep.
After Erica returned to the Proctor's, she started smashing things in her room.
The servant stood at the door and did not dare to go in to persuade, so they looked for Evie.
Hearing this, Evie couldn't help but frown, "Who provoked her again?"
"I don't know.Miss Proctor came back like this."
Evie asked, "Has Albert returned yet?"
"Nope.”Evie grunted and got up, "I'll go take a look.Have some people tidy up her room."
In recent years, Erica's temper had gotten worse and worse.
After all, she was not a real member of the Proctors, and Albert was getting more and more impatient.
If it weren't for the fact that Albert was preparing to marry Erica into the Morton family, he would have
kicked her out long ago.
Evie walked to the door of Erica's room and saw a mess, feeling a headache, "What happened?"
Erica started crying when she saw her.
She was so aggrieved and she said, "Auntie Evie..."
"Stop crying and tell me what happened.’ "I went to see Martin today, but that woman was pestering
him again."
Evie's expression turned cold, "Which woman?"
Erica stammered, "Jameson won't let me say it."
"So you won't talk because he didn't let you? Then dont cry in front of me."
"I will speak."
Erica bit her lips and said, "It's Sharon."
Evie frowned, "Why her?"
"I don't know ...Ever since she divorced Jameson, she has been pestering Martin.I don't know what
Jameson means.I only cursed that woman yet he reprimanded me.’’ Evie sneered, "They are the same
kind of person."
"Auntie Evie..."
"Alright."
Evie interrupted her, "Erica, you're not young anymore.It's time to behave yourself.If you marry into the
Morton family and still be like this.How could Martin like you?"
Erica's eyes lit up after she heard this, "Auntie Evie, will you help me with this?"
"It's not your turn to worry about it.Just be prepared to be the bride.’’
"Thank you!"
After leaving Erica's room, Evie said to the servant waiting outside the door, "Tidy up as soon as
possible."
She had just taken a step when Jeffery appeared at the corner.
He asked warmly, "Mom, do you really want Erica to marry into the Morton family?"
Evie said, "In this situation, even if I don't let her, do you think Albert will agree?"
Jeffery said, "Letting Jameson take charge of Proctor Group is the best choice.I'll find an opportunity to
talk to Dad."
"Don't you understand? He doesn't want to find a successor of the Proctor Group, but a puppet that will
listen to everything he says.You don't have to worry too much.Jameson is only a puppet that is out of
his control.He is inferior to you in every aspect."
Jeffery said helplessly, "Mom, Jameson is my younger brother no matter what.’’Evie sneered, "Who do
you think he is? Does he deserve it?"
Jeffery sighed.
Evie said, "Don't worry about that.Go back to your room and rest."
Sharon sat on the sofa silently.
Tiffany sat opposite her, her hands holding a glass of water.
She would occasionally peek at her, but she did not dare to speak.
After a while, Sharon gradually came back to reality and slowly said, "Are you feeling better?"
Tiffany immediately answered, "Yeah, I drank the sobering soup you cooked for me and the headache
was gone."
Hearing this, Sharon thought of something and did not speak again.
Tiffany scratched her head.
Right now, she couldn't figure out the situation, much less find words to persuade her.
A few minutes later, Sharon said, "If you have nothing else, I'll go back.Call me if you need anything."
"Why don't I come with you?"
Tiffany was a little worried about her.
"Asher will definitely come back from time to time.I can stay at your place for a few days to avoid him."
Sharon thought for a moment and felt that it made sense.
"Alright."
After returning home, Sharon sat in front of her desk for most of the day drawing the design drafts.
Tiffany, on the other hand, lay on the sofa, eating and sleeping.
She woke up and ate again, and she lived an idle life.
In the middle of the night, Tiffany was woken up by the ringtone coming from the study.
Sharon answered a phone call, and her expression changed.
She grabbed her coat and walked out.
Tiffany asked, "What happened?"
"Ruben is in detention."
"Holy sh*t, what's going on? I'll come with you."
"No need, I'll go myself.Someone says that Ruben is the victim, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
Tiffany said, "Alright then.Call me if you need my help."
Sharon nodded and left.
When she arrived at the detention center, she saw a few gangsters sitting on stools.
Hearing that someone had entered, they raised their heads one after another.
Everyone's gazes were filled with ill intentions.
Ruben sat not far away, his handsome face full of injuries.
Sharon took a deep breath and walked over to ask, "What's going on?"
Ruben looked up at her and frowned, "Why did they call you here?"
"Because I am your sister!"
At this time, a policeman came over with a notebook.
"You are Ruben’'s guardian, aren't you?"
Sharon turned around and nodded, "I'm his sister.What's going on?"
"Well, that group of people suddenly rushed into your brother's work place, and then there was a
conflict between them, and your brother started a fighting with them.’
The policeman added, "How do you plan to settle this? Do you want to sue them or settling this out of
court?"
Ruben suddenly stood up and said, "Out of court.We don't have to sue them."
"Sorry, let me talk to him first” Sharon said to the policeman.
The policeman nodded and left.Sharon pulled Ruben aside and said, "Ruben, tell me everything."
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