Chapter 169: How Do You Know He Has a Crush on Me?

When they returned to the private room, everyone had almost finished their meal and was chatting.

Seeing this, Paisley said deliberately, "You're indeed busy, keeping all of us waiting for you two.Even
Trey, such a successful boss, is not as busy as you."

Before Tiffany could refute her, Trey said, "I'm not that busy normally.I leave almost all my work to my
subordinates."

Before Paisley could react, another girl laughed.

Not long ago, Paisley was still showing off that her husband was an executive of a large company and
was so busy that he didn't even return home.

But to put it bluntly, executives were employees.

Obviously, Trey's clever reply was for Paisley.

At the table, everyone else held back their laughter and mocked her in their hearts.

The reason why Paisley came to this reunion today was simply to show off how rich her husband was.

Unexpectedly, she fell flat.

Paisley was very angry, but she had no way to vent her anger since Trey did not name her.

She could only grit her teeth and put up with it.

After the reunion ended, everyone left one after another.

Trey looked at Sharon and Tiffany and said, "I happen to be free.I'll send you off."

Sharon smiled politely and said, "No, we drove here..."



Tiffany immediately said, "My car broke down!"

Sharon asked, "What?"

Tiffany said with a straight face, "Sharon, don't you remember? Something was wrong with my car on
the way here, and it just happened to stop moving when it got to the basement."

"I don't..."

"You didn't drive, of course you don't know!"

With that, Tiffany pulled Sharon towards Trey's car and said to Trey, "Thank you."

Trey smiled, "You're welcome.'’

Tiffany pulled open the passenger door and shoved Sharon in.

"I feel a little uncomfortable and want to sit in the back alone, so you just sit here."

Sharon was speechless.

Now, Sharon already knew Tiffany's intentions.

However, Sharon could not refuse directly with Trey here.

She only stole a glance at Tiffany and fastened her seat belt.

Tiffany pretended not to see it and hummed as she sat in the back.

Trey said, "Where do you live?"

Tiffany said, "Well ...lt doesn't matter where we live.If you are free, just take us around.It helps
digestion."



Sharon even didn't want to expose her.

How could a ride help digestion? She told Trey an address and said, "Thank you, please."

Trey was a little surprised.

"Do you live here?"

Tiffany suddenly leaned forward and said, "It can't be that you live here as well, right?"

What was the saying? Fate would bring us together! Trey smiled and shook his head.

"No, one of my friends who have just returned from abroad lives here."

It was a pity for Tiffany.

"That's really inopportune."

After a pause, she said, "What kind of friend? Are you close? Do you often visit him? If you're okay with
it, then…”

Sharon covered her mouth and smiled apologetically at Trey.

"Let's go."

Not long after they left, Trey received a phone call saying that something happened at the company
and he should go back.

He smiled apologetically at Tiffany.

"Sorry, I might not be able to take you around today.Maybe next time."

Tiffany also heard his phone call and nodded repeatedly.



"Alright.Next time then."

Tiffany took a business card from her bag and gave it to him.

"This is the address of our studio.You can come at any time."

Sharon said, "Trey, you can just leave us on the roadside.We can go back by ourselves."

Trey said, "It doesn't matter.It won't take a long time.We're arriving soon."

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Sharon did not say anything else, but just got the car
window down and looked out.

Twenty minutes later, the black Porsche stopped in front of the apartment building.

Tiffany said, "Since you have some work to deal with, we won't invite you up.See you next time."

Trey smiled and nodded.

He looked at Sharon and said, "See you next time."

After he left, Tiffany sighed, "A good man like Trey is really hard to find.You must grasp the chance..."

"Let's go."

Tiffany turned around and followed.

"Hey, Sharon, I'm serious.Think about it.I think Trey might get a crush on you.Maybe you guys will work
out."

Sharon pressed the elevator and smiled, "How do you know he gets a crush on me?"



"Don't you notice that the way he looked at you was different, and he was especially gentle towards
you?"

"I don't."

Tiffany continued, "The outsider always sees the most of the game.It's normal for you not to notice it."

Sharon was speechless.

"Didn't you promise me to forget about that jerk and start over? God sent you Trey."

"But didn't you say that I should find a playboy to have fun? I don't think Trey is a playboy."

Tiffany had nothing to say about her own words for the first time.

She stammered, "You can't take my drunken words seriously, right? I really think Trey is not bad.If
you're with him, you will definitely be the happiest woman in the world."

Just as they were talking, the lift door suddenly opened and a tall, mixed-race man walked out.

Tiffany was shocked instantly, staring straight at him.

After the man left, they got on the lift.

Tiffany whispered, "Hey, Sharon, did you see him? He looks so handsome.How lucky I am to see so
many handsome guys today.'’

"So many?" Sharon asked casually.

"Isn't that so? Trey, that mixed-blood handsome guy just now, and James..."

Tiffany coughed and stopped before she said that name.



Jameson was indeed a jerk, but he was really handsome.

To be honest, although Trey's changes were great, he was still not as handsome as Jameson.

Sharon thought for a while before saying, "Tiffany, let's hire another designer after our studio grows
bigger."

Tiffany did not understand.

"Why?"

Sharon took a deep breath, not knowing what to Say.

She felt that given what Jameson had said when he left, he still had no intention of letting her go.

Sharon did not know what else that jerk would do.

She was afraid that it would implicate Tiffany, so she had the idea of leaving everything to Tiffany and
quitting after putting the studio on the right track.


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