On the way back to the studio, Sharon walked very carefully.
She thought that she was followed.
Fortunately, it was daytime.
The man didn't dare hurt Sharon.
Therefore, he just followed her and didn't do anything else.
Ever since the studio and Ruben got into troubles, Sharon was much more alert than before.
As soon as she got to the studio, she told Ruben, Tiffany, and the two shop assistants that she had
been followed.
Then she told them to be careful and not to go out alone.
Hearing this, Tiffany cursed, "It must be Natalia again! She is so hypocritical.Disgusting! How could she
possibly do this right now?"
Sharon said, "No matter who it is, it's up to something.Just be careful."
After Sharon finished, she turned around and saw Ruben frowning.
He seemed stern and cold.
Sharon said, "Ruben, what are you thinking?"
Ruben came back to his senses.
"Nothing.Tell me when you go out again.I'll go with you."
Sharon smiled, "Alright, it's not a big deal.I'll be careful.You're going back to school soon anyway, so
just be careful, OK? Don't let that happen again.’ Ruben's thin lips moved, but he said nothing.
He wanted to say something, but the words just couldn't come out of his mouth.
At night, when Sharon was closing the studio, Tiffany nudged her and said, "Leave it to me.The
capitalist is here to pick you up."
Sharon was stunned.
She turned around and saw that the familiar Rolls-Royce parked outside the studio.
"Just ignore him."
Sharon gave a little cough.
Tiffany said, "I'm OK with that.Hurry up.I don't dare make him wait."
Sharon was persuaded by Tiffany to leave the studio.
When she opened the car door, Jameson was on the phone.
He looked sideways at Sharon and made her wait.
Therefore, Sharon took out her phone, playing some little game.
Ten minutes later, Jameson hung up and asked, "What do you want for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever. I'm not as picky as you."
Jameson raised his eyebrows and then drove forward.
Thirty minutes later, they stopped outside a restaurant.
The waiter showed them to a VIP room on the second floor.
Then a confused noise came from the room next door.
Sharon paused for a while and looked over.
And then a woman ran out of the room with a pale face.
She didn't even have time to look for a trashcan, so she fell on the corner and threw up, while there
was a group of men laughing in the room.
Someone said, "Are you sure you're okay? If not, don't waste our time."
Another man sneered, "What? Why are you just wasting a beauty like this on drinking?"
Then they laughed again.
Disgusting.
The woman, after throwing up, clutched the doorframe weakly.
Even though she knew that the men in the room never respected her, and they were even up to
something, she had to put up with them, "I finished the wine.You had promised me..."
"What's the hurry? Let's get more drinks."
Suddenly Sharon's wrist was grabbed by someone and she was pulled to another room.
Jameson's voice came, "There's nothing to see.Just a woman bullied by some disgusting men.One day
they could also be bullied by others."
"They are..." Sharon looked at him.
"Men from the Beale Group."
Jameson looked down at his watch, "If you're not hungry, we can find somewhere else.”
"No thanks."
During dinner, Sharon seemed to be absent-minded.
Jameson asked her, "Does it not taste good?"
"No, it's delicious."
"Then you don't want to eat with me?"
Jameson seemed unhappy "Mr.Proctor, can't we just please eat quietly?"
Sharon said angrily.
If she didn't want to eat with him, she could just go home.
Why did she come here with him? Was she crazy? That made her put down her knife and fork, "I'm
going to the bathroom.’’ Jameson said, "Leave your bag."
",..I'm not running away!"
Sharon was not going to carry her bag to the bathroom.
She only took toilet paper from it.
When Sharon was passing by the room next door, she paused for two seconds.
People inside were still chatting and laughing, and the dinner was not over yet.
As Sharon stepped into the bathroom, she kicked something.
Sharon looked down.
It was a woman lying on the ground, drunk.
And she was Paisley.
It seemed that Paisley's husband was made a scapegoat by the Beale Group for its failure.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be here.
While the Beale Group was stuck in a big trouble, these top executives were still drinking and laughing
here.
They even got time for making fun of others.
How ridiculous! Sharon squatted down and patted her gently, "Paisley, wake up.’
Paisley had totally passed out.
Her head moved a little at first, and then she was not responding.
Sharon looked around and helped Paisley up.
She was going to bring Paisley to the staff and ask them to contact her family to pick her up.
Unexpectedly, just as Sharon helped Paisley out of the bathroom, she met two executives of the Beale
Group who were looking for Paisley.
When they saw Sharon, they turned and looked at each other.
Then one of them said, "Miss, she is our friend.Let us handle this."
Before Sharon could reply, Paisley seemed to be awake and stepped back.
She muttered, "No...I don't..."
Sharon looked at the two men again and said indifferently, "She probably doesn't know you."
"She had passed out.If you're worried, you can come with us.Our car is downstairs.How about that?"
"Do you know where she lives?"
The man said, "Of course, it's not far from here.It won't even take ten minutes.Let's go."
Sharon sneered.
She knew what they were thinking.
She said, "Unfortunately, I went to college with her.She lives in the east side of this city.It will take more
than thirty minutes to get there.I don't know where you're talking about."
Hearing this, the men's face changed.
They knew they were caught by Sharon, so they said, "Well, then, you can drink with us.If you make us
happy, we would promise to help you out."
Sharon sneered again, "Help me out? You? Even Talon didn't dare promise to help me out.’’
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