Chapter 248: You Did the Right Thing

Sharon touched her neck awkwardly and coughed.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower."

Tiffany felt that something was wrong when she watched her walk towards the bathroom.

She guessed that jerk Jameson must have taken advantage of Sharon again.

Soon, the takeout was delivered.

When Sharon came out of the bathroom, Tiffany had just started eating.

She asked, "Sharon, do you want some?"

"No, thanks.You go ahead."

Drying her hair with a towel, Sharon was about to go to her room when she suddenly thought of
something.

She came back to sit on the sofa, and asked, "Tiffany, have you heard about the alumni reunion?"

Tiffany said, "I have.It was organized by Paisley.I guess she just wants to show off her elite husband
again.Let's not go."

Sharon nodded, "Alright."

Back in her room, she sent a message to Trey, saying that she and Tiffany were not going to the
reunion on the weekend.

Almost immediately, Trey called.

He asked slowly, "Sharon, are you back in the South City?"



"Yes, I came back yesterday."

"I have two tickets for the theater.If you have nothing else to do this weekend, let's go and watch it
together."

"Trey."

Sharon pursed her lips and said, "I don't like to watch dramas.You can go with someone else.”

Trey was silent for a few seconds before he went on, "We can watch something else.A few new movies
are being screened.We..."

"No, thanks.I appreciate what you did for me, but I am very sorry.I think that I should make things
clear..."

Trey interrupted her, "Sharon, I know what you want to say.You don't have to say sorry.I did everything
willingly.I just hope that you can give me another chance and do not make a decision so soon."

Sharon looked out of the window and said, "The problem lies with me.I may not be able to..."

"If you are sure that you want to get back together with Jameson, I will give up and give you my
blessings, but I will never give up until then."

"Trey…”

Sharon didn't know what to say.

Trey added, "Sharon, you don't have to feel any pressure.I just want to strive for my own happiness.I
lost you a few years ago.I don't want to lose you again."

The moment the phone call ended, Sharon sat on the bed, lost in thought.



Before long, her phone rang again.

It was Ruben, asking if she had gotten home.

After moving out of Daniel's house, Ruben rented another apartment in the same neighborhood.

"Yes, I'm home” Sharon told him.

After a pause, she asked, "Where did you go? Did you just get home?"

Ruben was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Giana came to the studio to look for you."

"And?"

"You were sleeping, so I went out to eat with her."

Sharon smiled, "I see."

"Didn't you say that she suffered a great loss from my incident and that I should thank her? I just did
what you told me," Ruben explained.

Sharon encouraged, "Yes, that's what I said.You did the right thing." Ruben was quiet.

Sharon said, "Alright, good night."

Before she could hang up, Ruben asked, "Did Jameson come to find you?"

"How did you know?"

"I guessed."

Sharon rubbed her nose awkwardly and explained unconvincingly, "He came to deliver something."



Receiving the answer, Ruben stopped asking.

With a brief respond, he hung up.

Sharon took a long breath as she listened to the hang up beeps coming from her phone.

Hugging a pillow, she lay prostrate on the bed.

She looked ahead absentmindedly, her mind filled with thoughts.

The goods of several orders from customers needed to be made before the end of the year.

Sharon quickly collected her thoughts and resumed her work.

Rather than letting the past trouble her, she might as well think of what happened in Bridge Street as a
beautiful dream.

In the afternoon, Tiffany went out to shoot pictures.

Ruben delivered the finished products to the customers, and Sharon stayed in the studio to tidy up
things.

Right at this moment, a sharp female voice came from behind her.

"I thought you were too busy to come to the reunion, but it turns out there is not a single customer in
your stupid studio."

Sharon didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

With her arms crossed over her chest, Paisley looked around the studio.



Then, she looked at Sharon and said unhappily, "Did you refuse to come to the reunion because you
look down on me or the other alumni?"

Sharon looked at her and sneered, "Don't you already have an answer? Why ask?"

"You..."

Paisley almost flared up, but she suppressed her anger.

"Forget it, I don't want to waste time arguing with you.After all, you're divorced and stuck in such a
shi*ty studio.It's understandable for you to feel too embarrassed to participate in the reunion.”

“You're right, “ Sharon said.

"My small studio doesn't make money and nobody comes.I guess you must be here to buy things."

Her arms still crossed over her chest, Paisley arrogantly raises her chin, "Of course, you don't care
about your alumni, but I do.I'm not you."

"Alright, then thank you."

Sharon smiled and said, "My studio only makes customized products.The design fee starts at 100,000,
excluding materials and labor costs.Only the jewelry of the highest quality suits someone like you.I
happen to have a piece of jewelry that is perfect for earrings.The market price is 300,000.Since you
come here for my sake, I won't charge you any labor costs.I'll give you a discount, and it will be
380,000 in total.’

When Paisley heard that the design fee was 100,000, she had been shocked enough.

Upon hearing the final price, she couldn't conceal her astonishment anymore.



"Sharon, this is robbery! You ask hundreds of thousands for that kind of sh*t you are selling? If I buy it
elsewhere..."

Sharon smiled and said, "This is the price of my studio.I can't do anything about it.Although my studio
has few customers, one transaction is enough for me to pay rent."

Paisley argued, "Then how do I know you're not asking too much? It happens that people trick
acquaintances."

"You can rest assured.I promise I'm not overcharging you.You know Giana, right? She's our regular
customer.Other than her, there are many other celebrities placing orders with us, including...’

"Okay, stop." Paisley had to make another excuse.

"My husband doesn't like me wearing earrings.Is there anything else?"


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