More chill and ruthlessness gathered in Jameson's eyes.He looked up at him, "Buzz off."
Trey took a look back, then turned his gaze and said, "I heard Mr.Proctor call Sharon's name just
now.Do you know her?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
"But it seems that Sharon doesn't want to see Mr.Proctor.Since that's the case, why should you be so
pushy?"
Jameson sneered, "Did she really tell you that she didn't want to see me?"
Trey was lost for words.
No.
But she did mean it, didn't she? Nonetheless, Trey did not intend to give in.
As the conversation reached a deadlock, Jameson caught a glimpse of a figure beside him and said
nonchalantly, "Tiffany."
That made Tiffany stiffen for a while and she ran even faster.
Jameson's voice was even colder, "Jocelyn."
Tiffany was shocked.
She felt that this name would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Tiffany did not dare to run.
Fearing from Jameson settling the scores with her, she forced a smile and minced over, "Mr.Proctor, no
wonder I heard someone call my name.I didn't expect it to be the handsome Mr.Proctor.You just have a
halo of dazzle that makes me hardly recognize you."
"What a flatterer Tiffany was,'’ Jacob mused.
After Trey calmed down, he asked, "Tiffany, do you know Mr.Proctor?"
Tiffany was close to reply, but it occurred to her that she planned to set Sharon up with Trey.
How could she tell Trey that Jameson was Sharon's ex-husband? She seemed to twist her tongue, and
could not say anything.
At this time, Jacob came up at the right time, "Tiffany, we've been in touch a while ago."
Tiffany was stunned, "A while ago?"
"Half an hour ago,'’ Jacob detailed.
Tiffany didn't know what to say.
She wondered how this jerk could find this place, and it turned out that she was fooled.
Tiffany's mind raced upon hearing this message and said to Trey, "Trey, Mr.Proctor is a client of our
studio and he comes here for necklace design.You should get back.Everyone is waiting.I'll talk to
Mr.Proctor and come back soon.'’
Hearing this, Trey felt relieved.He nodded and went away.
After he left, Jameson said impatiently, "Call Sharon back."
Tiffany could do nothing but compromise in face of Jameson's bossy and pushy request.
She called Sharon directly and murmured, "Sharon, the customer I told you has arrived."
Then, she gave dry laughs, "What a coincidence, this customer is Mr.Proctor.What? Your have
stomach problem and have returned home.Alright then, what a pity.I believe kind-hearted as Mr.Proctor
is, he will definitely understand."
Before Tiffany finished what she said, her phone was snatched away.
Jameson said coldly, "Come in front of me in five minutes, or your friend won't go back."
Sharon was dumbfounded.This jerk was only capable of emotional blackmail.
After Sharon hung up the phone, she was forced to come out from the corridor.
When she received Tiffany's phone call, she was not even allowed to say a word while hearing a
lengthy sentence on the phone.
What was going on was very obvious.
Jameson found her through the studio, and Tiffany was reminding her to run quickly.
Thinking of this, Sharon couldn't help frowning.
The jerk must have gone crazy these days.
In the end, Sharon finally showed up was one second earlier.
She tried to resist her anger and said calmly, "What does Mr.Proctor mean?"
Jameson was unhappy, "Is that how you treat your clients?"
Tiffany offered, "Mr.Proctor, it's not convenient for us to talk while standing up.Why don't we get us a
seat?"
If Paisley saw this, she might make up some drama.
The thing was that she aimed to set Sharon up with Trey.
This must not be messed up by Jameson.
Jameson gave Jacob a look, then he set to book room.
Two minutes later, the manager of the hotel came out and took them to the VIP lounge.
On their way, Tiffany whispered, "Sharon, if you decline a customer, you will offend the God of
Wealth.After all, this jerk is rich, so you should take advantage of him as much as possible."
Sharon kept her cool now.
She could tell that Jameson did not intend to let her go easily and he would not leave.
In the lounge, Sharon turned on her mobile memo and asked, "What things does Mr.Proctor want to
design? Necklace? Bracelet? Earrings? Or something else?"
Jameson replied nonchalantly, "Whatever."
Sharon put up with it and wrote down "Whatever" on her phone.
She resumed, "What style does Mr.Proctor like?"
"Whatever."
"Then, Mr.Proctor."
"Whatever."
Sharon put down her phone and wore a cold face, "If Mr.Proctor fools me around on purpose, you
could do it the other way.There's no need to kill the boring time with me."
Jameson pursed his thin lips, "Sorry, once again."
Screw you.
Sharon said, "I don't know what Mr.Proctor wants from me so far, or, I just can't satisfy you by losing a
child.You want me to lose my job, then you can let go of me?"
Jameson's expression did not change as he ignored her words, "I'm not demanding much for the
design as long as you like it."
He's insane!
Jameson stood up and left a word behind him, "Sharon, what I want from you is not what you
think.When you are willing to give it to me, you will know what it is."
By the time Jameson pulled the door open, Tiffany and Jacob stepped backward because they paid
close attention to what happened inside.
Tiffany cleared her throat, "Mr.Proctor, customized jewelry ordered in our studio have been in full
schedule these months, so we may keep your heel cooling."
Jameson nodded and turned to leave.
Jacob immediately followed.
After they left, Tiffany entered the lounge.
She saw Sharon sitting on the sofa in a daze, so she waved her hands to make Sharon come to her
sense, "Sharon, are you alright?"
Sharon brought back her thoughts and shook her head gently, "It's fine, let's go."
Tiffany knew what Sharon and Jameson talked about, but it was not up to her to say something.
She immediately changed the topic and said, "How do you like the chat with Trey just now?"
Sharon was dumbfounded, "What chat did you talk about?"
"Do you two have something in common?"
Sharon fell silent and suddenly said, "Something's wrong with you."
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