Chapter 305: Would You Like to Have Dinner with Me?

After Master Proctor left with anger, Jacob knocked on the door of the CEO office.

Jameson stood up and walked towards the desk, "Come in."

Jacob placed some documents on his desk.

"Mr.Proctor, here are the minutes just now, as well as some documents for your signature." Jameson
replied coldly.

Jacob couldn't stifle his curiosity, "Why did the Master Proctor suddenly arrange a marriage for you..."

Jameson sneered while he opened the document in front of him and said indifferently, "For what else?
He is afraid that Sharon will plot against him with me, if she is proved to be a Beale.That's why he can't
sit still."

"Then the news winged its way to the Master Proctor ..."

Jameson narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.

This time, Albert must have been keeping a close eye on the Beale Group's bidding party, for
advantage and swoop.

Therefore, it wasn't surprising for him to receive this news at the first possible moment.

Jameson said, "Did you find Josh?"

Jacob answered, kind of guiltily, "Not yet ...He's too good at hiding.We've ambushed in the
underground casinos, but he seems to have noticed that and never shows up again.”

Jameson pinched the bridge of his nose, "Forget it.Find out how he escaped from prison first.He can't
do it by himself."



"You mean someone is helping him?"

"Josh can't disappear for no reason.If he could control himself and stop gambling, he wouldn't have
come this far."

Jacob nodded slightly, "I'll nose it out."

"Wait."

Just as Jacob was about to leave, Jameson said.

Jacob asked, "Yes, Mr.Proctor?"

Jameson licked his thin lips and said slowly, "Keep it a secret from Sharon."

Jacob kept a straight face and said, "Yes, Sir."

It seemed that Mr.Proctor was increasingly experienced in chasing his wife.

His efforts for their relationship paid off finally.

After Jacob left, Jameson took out his phone and dialed William's number.

"How's it going?"

"I'm keeping an eye on him.After the bidding, he went home and did not do anything else."

"What about Daniel?"

"So did he.He went straight home." Jameson smiled.

It seemed that these people did have enough patience.



William added, "I can't find any information about Patrick's daughter.In other words, either there is no
such person, or..."

"He thought she was dead."

William paused for a while and said, "As what you said, possibly, Sharon is ...and should she be…”

Jameson interrupted him, "It's too early to say that.Keep your eyes on them and let me know if there's
any news.’

In the Studio.

Ever since Sharon came back, she had been staying in the office, looking at her pocket watch, lost in
thought.

For some reason, she always had a feeling that the truth was near at hand and within her reach.

She should have almost touched it.

Mr.Jones must have known everything.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door.

Tiffany poked her head in, so Sharon put down her pocket watch, "Tiffany, what's wrong?"

Tiffany said, "Are you busy with your design drafts?"

Sharon shook her head and pressed her temples, "No, why?"

Tiffany raised her hand from her back.

On her hand was a bag filled with milk tea and pastries.



She said, "Look at what I brought you.Eat them first."

As she said that, she put it on Sharon's desk and said, "I am going out for a shooting and after that, I'm
going to see my new apartment.I won't be back here today.Be careful when you go back home by
yourself."

"Okay."

Tiffany asked again, "Sharon, when are you going to move over?"

"Two more days,’ Sharon said.

Tiffany sighed in her heart.

Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "Does Ruben know about this?"

"I haven't told him yet.Let's keep it secret for a while."

Tiffany said, "Don't worry.I won't slip up."

As she spoke, she made a zipper-closing gesture around her mouth.

Very quickly, Tiffany said, "Sharon, eat first.I'm leaving.Kinley and the others are here, so you don't
have to worry about the studio.Just mind your own business."

After Tiffany left, the office became quiet again.

Sharon took a deep breath and opened the computer for her sketching work.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When she raised her head again, it was already dark outside Sharon looked at her phone.



It was already nine o'clock.

She stretched her neck and walked out of the office.

At this moment, the studio was closed.

There was no one in the shop.

Sharon went to the pantry for a glass of water.

Just as she took a sip, she heard footsteps at the entrance.

Subconsciously, she thought that it was Jameson, so she said without turning her head, "Just wait
outside.I'll be right..."

"Sharon.’ It was Trey.

Slightly surprised, Sharon put down the cup and turned around.

Trey stood at the door and smiled at her, "Are you off work?"

Sharon nodded gently.

Trey pursed his lips and said, "Sharon, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Excuse me?" Sharon paused for a moment.

Just as she was about to reply, she heard a cold male voice, "Why not? We can't refuse Mr.Coe's
kindness."

Trey was lost for words.



Jameson appeared beside Trey.

Standing tall and straight, he looked at Trey with the faintest smile, "Interesting that I've never missed
Mr.Coe's treat.I am lucky."

Trey gave a hollow laugh, then looked at Sharon.

His eyes narrowed when he remembered what she had said when he came.

He then said, "Welcome, my pleasure to have Mr.Proctor."

Jameson said, "Then please wait outside for a minute.We'll be out soon.’

Trey nodded absent-mindedly and left the studio.

"What are you gonna do?"

Sharon looked at Jameson unhappily.

Jameson raised his eyebrows, "Do you really want to eat with him alone?"

She didn't, but she felt that Trey had something to say with her.

She hadn't decided when this jerk appeared and muddy the waters.

Jameson said, "I'll go with you."

"Stop that.He obviously has something to tell me.What can he say if you are with us?"

"Why can't he say if it's an honest thing?"

Sharon didn't know what to say.



This jerk had a glib.

A dead could come back to life with his tongue.

Sharon took the key and looked at Trey outside.

She whispered, "Alright.Come with us but talk less.No ...Don't talk at all, not even a word!"


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