After entering the bar, Sharon went straight to the bar counter and ordered a glass of wine.
As soon as she sat down, someone came over and chatted up, "Lady, are you alone?"
"Yes." Sharon replied with a smile.
The man said, "It's the fate that brings us together.Shall I treat you a drink?"
As he spoke, he gestured at the bartender and said, "Give this lady a Blue Margaret."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and slender man appeared beside him.
"If you love to pay the bill, how about buying me a drink? I'm alone, too."
The man was speechless.
This guy must have something wrong.Jameson leaned against the counter and blocked Sharon.He
lightly tapped the counter with his slender fingers.
"What's wrong? You only buy women drinks?"
The man forced an awkward smile and patted his shoulder.
"Of course not.Since it is the New Year, I can buy you a drink and make friends with you.What do you
want? Just order.’ Jameson said, "Thank you."
After saying that, he looked at the bartender and said, "A glass of Louis XIII."
The bar was surprised, and then said, "Sir, Louis XIlIl is not sold by glass."
"I Know.Open a six-liter bottle and give me one glass.The rest is for the guests who come alone.It's on
this sir."
The man's expression froze.
He said unhappily, "Are you here to cause trouble?"
Louis XIII was a top-notch French brandy.
Even hundreds of milliliters cost tens of thousands, let alone six liters.
It would cost at least hundreds of thousands.
He even didn't taste it himself.
‘This guy must have done it on purpose!’ Jameson said indifferently, "Can't you afford it? If so, don't
pretend to be rich."
Just as the man was about to get angry, Jameson took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to
the bartender, "Open a bottle for him.It's on my treat."
Then he said to the man, "Some beauty in this world is beyond your reach.The most sensible way is to
cut the loss in time.This lesson is for free.You're welcome.”
If the man didn't see Jameson take out a limited edition black card and open a bottle of Louis XIII
without hesitation, he would definitely beat him on the face.
Seeing Jameson's extraordinary bearing, the man thought that this rich man wanted to flirt, so he left
with embarrassment.
The bartender trembled as he held the black card, "Sir, we don't have a six-liter here..."
Jameson said, "Give me the same as hers."
"OK."
After the bartender returned the black card, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He worked here for a long time and saw quite a few rich second generation, but he had never seen
anyone who opened a six-liter bottle of Louis XIII to treat others.
Jameson sat down beside Sharon, but it seemed that he still didn't want to talk to her.
Sharon ignored him as she looked at her phone.
Not long after, the bartender gave them the wine.
Sharon took a sip.
It was sweet at first, but then it was also a little hot.
This was the first time she drank such a strong wine, so she couldn't stop coughing.
Originally, she wanted to go home, but she couldn't vent her anger.
Then she drank all the wine at one go.
After that, Sharon felt hot and her cheeks were burning, not knowing if it was because there were too
many people and it was too stuffy.
She checked the time and it was almost time to go back.
After leaving the bar, Sharon shivered in the cold wind.
She took out her phone and called Tiffany.
"Tiffany, what are you doing?"
"I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala.It is so boring ...Are you still at Trey's house? When will you be
back?"
Sharon said, "No, I'm at the bar.I can't get a taxi.I'll send you an address.Come pick me up."
"OK, I'll start out now..."
Before Tiffany could finish her words, she heard noises from the other end.
Then a man said in a cold voice, "She's with me."
Although Jameson didn't finish a sentence, Tiffany already knew what he meant.
He must want to say, "She's with me, don't come."
"Alright.Mr.Proctor, please tell Sharon that I was drunk and can't drive."
Tiffany said seriously and she quickly hung up the phone.
On the other side.
Sharon looked at Jameson without expression and said, "Give me my phone."
But Jameson calmly put her phone into his pocket.
Sharon was speechless.
She said with anger, "What do you want?"
"Can I do it if I tell you?"
Even though Sharon was a little drunk, she still saw him through.
"No way!"
"Then I don't need to tell you."
Sharon gritted her teeth and said, "Didn't you want to ignore me? What do you mean now?"
Jameson said calmly, "I didn't ignore you.I just gave you enough time to reflect on your mistakes."
"What's wrong with you?"
He must be crazy.
‘This jerk had gone too far! Reflected on my mistakes? No way!' Jameson said, "You know that Trey
likes you.You went his home to see his parents.Didn't you do it wrong?"
Sharon was so angry and she even felt more dizzy.
She didn't want to bicker with him so she just said, "Mr.Proctor, please give me my phone.I'm going
home."
Jameson said, "Take it yourself."
"Can you be more shameless?" Jameson raised his eyebrows.
"Why do you scold me?"
Sharon wanted to keep elegant in public, otherwise, she would lose her temper and take off his pants
to take back her phone.
Here was quite far from where she lived, and she didn't know the way.
Otherwise, she would walk back by herself.
This jerk must know that, so he dared to threaten her.
Sharon took a deep breath.
Since this jerk was here, Jacob must be nearby.
After looking for a while, she saw the Rolls-Royce pulled over at the roadside.
Sharon walked straight over and opened the car door to get on it.
"Please drive me home, thank you." Jacob was surprised.
He didn't expect that she would get in the car.
Then the door on the other side was also opened.
Jameson said indifferently, "Go."
Jacob replied, "OK."
Sharon leaned against the seat with her eyes closed.
She just let it go.
The jerk would not do harm to her.
After a while, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of an ordinary residential building.
When Sharon opened her eyes, Jacob was no longer there.
Only Jameson leaned against the car and smoked.
She didn't know what he was thinking.
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