She seemed to have lost her passion and arrogance.
She didn't even wear a makeup.
Her face was full of exhaustion.
Paisley walked in front of Sharon and when she was just about to speak, she turned to Tiffany, who
was curious.
She snorted softly, "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a beauty without makeup?"
Tiffany said nothing.
She wished she had never met Paisley.
It looked like Paisley had something to say to Sharon.
She said to Tiffany, "Tiffany, get in first."
Tiffany nodded and looked at Paisley, "You'd better play no tricks, or you will be sorry."
Unexpectedly, Paisley did not argue with Tiffany and just turned her head to ignore her.
After Tiffany entered the studio, Sharon said, "How can I help?"
Paisley said, "Let me buy you a cup of coffee."
Since she has shown her sincerity, Sharon did not refuse.
They went to a café nearby.
After they sat down, Paisley said, "You must be happy to see me like this."
Sharon laughed and said, "Why should I? What does it have to do with me?"
Paisley said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that your ex-husband is the president of the Proctor Group.I
was like a fool, showing off in front of you.It must have made you feel superior."
"If it can make you feel better, then I won't destroy your imagination."
At same time, the waiter came up with the coffee.
Paisley held her coffee and took a sip.
"My husband is now in prison.I have been begging for help all these days.None of them treats me like
before.I have learned the superficiality of relationships.I won't waste your time.The main reason I came
to meet you is I want to thank you.I presume that you don't need any gifts, so I only brought you my
gratitude." She said slowly.
"lf you want to thank me, you shouldn't come here," Sharon said seriously.
"You…” Paisley wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words.
She only snorted and said, "I've thanked you already.Whether it is accepted or not, it is your business."
"You don't need to thank me, and I don't need to accept it.Even if it was an animal, I wouldn't stand by
and watch, let alone a man.I just did what I thought right, and I don't need anyone's thanks or
gratitude."
When Paisley heard Sharon's words, her face clouded over.She was not an idiot.
Of course, she could tell that Sharon was mocking her for being inferior to an animal.
Paisley took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, that's all I have to say.Don't expect me to say anything
else.You will not have my apology."
Sharon smiled and didn't say anything.
After Paisley left, Sharon returned to the studio.
When Sharon was back, Tiffany immediately ran over and said, "Sharon, how was it? Did she come to
cause you troubles?"
Sharon shook her head, "No."
Tiffany said, "Yeah, I don't think that's her purpose either.Have you noticed that she became different?
She used to be so arrogant and chesty, but it feels like she is in a bad mood today, like a bird without
its feathers."
Sharon didn't tell her what had happened to Paisley.
She just patted Tiffany's shoulder and said, "I am going to work on my draft.If you need anything, call
me.’ Tiffany nodded, "Go ahead."
Sitting at her desk, Sharon looked at the draft in front of her, but she couldn't calm down.
Although she knew that Josh's goal was to get money, waiting for his message would only make her
feel even more irritated.
Not to mention...
Sharon remembered, last night, when she mentioned that her mother had married Josh with her, Josh's
reaction really disturbed her.
Her intuition told her that Josh must have known more than she could imagine.
After a while, Sharon stood up with her things.
Seeing her come out of the studio, Tiffany asked, "Sharon, where are you going?"
"I need to go somewhere.Tiffany, I want to borrow your car.’ Sharon said.
Tiffany threw the car keys over, "Where exactly?"
"I'm going to find Bridger."
Tiffany was stunned and said, "Can you find him?"
Bridger would be hard to find once he had hid himself.
Those men who worked for Jameson had put a lot of effort into searching him, but they didn't find any
clues.
After seconds of silence, Sharon said, "I have my own way."
All people have weaknesses and shortcomings.
Bridger won't be an exception.
After leaving the studio, Sharon directly drove to her destination.
It took about an hour for Sharon to get to the place.
The surroundings were all old-fashioned residential buildings.
The rubbish and sewers could be seen everywhere, which were incompatible with the prosperity of the
South City.
It was as if they had been forgotten when the city was developing.
They could only rot and decay, or even quietly disappear by themselves.
Sharon checked her phone and found an address.
After asking the two old ladies on the side of the road, she walked towards the direction they pointed.
She took many detours before she saw the person she was looking for.
He was sitting at the entrance of an alley.
He was Rita's father.
Previously, when the police were investigating Rita, they found this former address on her file.
When she returned from Bridge Street, Tiffany also said that Rita's father had come to look for her.
Sharon put away her phone and walked over.
She stopped in front of the man and said, "Excuse me, sir.My name is Sharon.I am one of Rita's former
colleagues."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly stood up and made gestures, inviting her to the house,
and even offering her water.
His reaction was out of Sharon's expectation.
Sharon paused, then smiled and handed over the fruit in her hand.
"No need, sir.I came here to ask you something.’ The middle-aged man gestured a few more times.
After he found Sharon did not understand it, he took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote something
on it.
After he finished writing, Sharon understood that he wanted to ask if Rita had been well recently.
It looked like he didn't know what happened to Rita.
He went to Lumiere to look for her once, but after she had scolded him, he never went there again.
Sharon said, "I don't know much about her, but she should be fine."
No matter what, Rita was a designer who had studied abroad.
Even if Lumiere Jewelry fired her, she could still go to other companies and even take private orders to
earn her living.
A person like her wouldn't let herself suffer.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He wrote a few more words on the paper and asked Sharon what she wanted to know.
Sharon pursed her lips and said after a while, "Sir, do you know where Bridger is?"
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