Beale's room was so burnt unrecognizable.The safe had lost its original shape due to high heat.
And everything else inside the room had become ashes.As Sharon was looking in fascination,
Jameson came from behind, "Bridger Fowler gave it to you?"
Sharon acknowledged.
"How did you know the password?"
"I remembered my father's birthday.Talon Beale was born on the same day as him.So I gave it a try,
and I was lucky."
"Do you still remember anything else about your father?"
She shook her head.
"No, I don't even remember what he looked like.How can I remember anything else?"
"Do you want to see him again?"
"....”
She turned to Jameson and said with a serious voice, "Now I can confirm my guess before was
wrong.Because you do like to talk nonsense!"
Jameson pursed his lips, "Alright, alright.Have you seen enough? Let's go."
"Yeah."
She returned to her room and pulled out a suitcase from the closet.She started packing everything
wearable and containable.
After they had got in the car, Jameson, with his long fingers tapping on the wheel, said, "What was
Bridger's price?"
"What?" Sharon asked as she was fastening her seat belt.
"He helped you but asked nothing in return?"
"Nope, Sharon answered, "Perhaps he felt that he owed me one."
Jameson frowned, "You mean the once when you took him to the hospital?"
"No, not that.....But that should count as well."
"Geez, it's complicated.We'll talk about it later."
"Dont meet him alone anymore"
Sharon fell into thought suddenly and then asked, "The Proctors.Are they still chasing him?"
"What do you think?"
Sharon hesitated for a few seconds.
"So, can l....."
"No, you can't"
Jameson rejected her without letting her finish.
"I haven't said anything yet!"
"I know exactly what you're thinking.You want me to ask the old man to spare him."
Sharon explained, "I'm just trying to see if it's possible.Not that you have to do it.If you don't want to,
then fine."
Jameson looked at her.
He laughed, unexpectedly.
"Sharon Allyson, why do you always remember these small favours? Have you forgot what he did to
you?"
"I haven't.It's just that it's all past now, and I don't want to remember his faults or forget about his good.I
want to make my life easier.To be honest, he never intended to harm me.First, it was because of Josh
Allyson, and then....."
Sharon didn't want to mention Rita Roose, so she paused here and then went on, "I just think that
compared with these, I'd much rather remember the things he did for me.If you won't help me, I'll find
my own way to repay him"
Jameson narrowed his dark eyes.
"If you want my help, fine, but I have one condition"
"What?" Sharon asked curiously.
"Move back to Star Lake Mansion."
Sharon pursed her lips, head lowered, and didn't answer immediately.
Jameson continued speaking, "I know you have bad memories about that place, but I promise, I will fill
that place with only good memories for you from now on."
Sharon was about to say something, but Jameson pleaded again, "Sharon, that's our home."
Sharon was moved, unable to say a word.
After a while, she said, "Give me some time to think about it.OK?"
"Yeah."
Sharon lowered the window and gazed upon the house that was fading into darkness.
"Let's go."
On the way, Sharon was watching outside the window, deep in thought.
Jameson glanced at her.
"Sharon."
"Huh? What?"
"I don't have much work to do the next few days.I'll drive you to the studio."
"I have a car.Just go do your own things."
"No, you don't."
".."
Jameson kept a straight face and went on, "Jacob asked some man to help you drive it back.It crashed
on the way and was sent to get repaired."
"Lcan call a cab."
"You really don't want me to take you, huh?"
Sharon stretched her body, feeling sleepy, "I just feel that you should focus on the company.It's more
important.I can take care of myself."
"Not until Tavis and Natalia Beale are found."
Sharon realized what he was worrying about and argued no more.When they returned to the
apartment, Sharon went to the bathroom to change into her pyjamas.
Jameson waited for the bathroom door to close first, and then called Jacob Green.
"How is it?"
"Not so good.He's in the emergency room right now."
"Find the best doctor.Save the man!"
"Mr.Proctor, I've checked.Besides the brake, the gas pedal was also tampered with.If he had jumped a
few seconds late....."
"That's enough."
"Should I find out who did it?"
"At this point, who else can it be besides Tavis and Natalia Beale? Increase the search area and find
them as soon as possible."
"Yes, Mr.Proctor."
After cutting the call, Jameson threw the phone into the couch, feeling his nose with his fingers.
So close.
It was so close.
If Sharon had been driving that car tonight, it would be her in the emergency room right now.
Inside the shower, Sharon had just finished, feeling very refreshed.
All the tiredness had gone away.
She dried her hair half wet and then went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.
Jameson hugged her suddenly.
Sharon didn't expect him to be here waiting for her.
"Sto.....Stop! I can't breathe."
"Me neither."
Sharon noticed some difference in his tone, a subtle heaviness as if he was holding back some kind of
emotion.
So she stopped resisting, but softly asked, "What happened?"
"Just let me hug you for a while."
‘'He's just trying to take advantage of me, right?'’
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