Chapter 362: What Can I Get Out Of This?

The next day, when Sharon woke up, she felt sore and dizzy.

Sharon couldn't feel worse.

She sat up with one hand supporting the bed and her head swam sickeningly.

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open and a charming male voice sounded, "You're up?"

Sharon looked over and used her last bit of strength to pick up the pillow beside her and smashed it to
him, "B*stard!"

Jameson was not surprised.

He took the pillow in his arms and smiled, "Didn't I make you comfortable last night? Why did you call
me b*stard?"

Sharon's ears were red.

The jerk actually had the face to mention it! Although she was drunk yesterday, she did not forget
anything.

The jerk took advantage of her drunkenness last night.

Otherwise, how could she feel so bad now? Jameson walked closer with long legs and put down the
pillow, "Alright, it's my fault.Do you want to get more sleep now?"

"You go sleep by yourself."

Sharon lifted the blanket and got up.

When she stepped on the ground, her legs were trembling.



Jameson held her back and suppressed the smile on his lips, "I'll be gentler next time."

"No way! There's no next time!"

Sharon angrily pushed his hand away and went in the bathroom.

Jameson looked at her back with one hand in his pants’ pocket, and there was a contented smile on his
face.

Sharon was really uncomfortable and soaked in the bathtub for a while.

After taking a bath, she felt much better.

Sharon was worried about what to wear when Jameson's voice sounded outside the door, "The clothes
are at the door."

Sharon closed her eyes and did not want to talk to him.

After Jameson left, she stretched out her hand and took it.

These clothes were her size.

Sharon took a deep breath and slowly put it on.

When Sharon walked into the living room, Jameson was standing on the balcony and making a phone
call.

There were some dishes and porridge on the dining table.

Sharon rubbed her empty stomach and sat down to eat.

Not long after, Jameson's phone call ended.



He pulled up his chair and sat opposite her, "Is the subject for second round out?"

Sharon said weakly.

Seeing this, Jameson asked, "Is it hard?"

"It's not hard.It's just ...disgusting"

To be honest, she didn't expect that Rita's work would be drawn.

She didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate.

Jameson raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this the reason you got upset and ignored me?"

Sharon didn't know what to Say.

The jerk really knew how to find an excuse.

Sharon swallowed the porridge in her mouth and said, "The subject of second round came out
yesterday.It has nothing to do with me ignoring you."

Jameson smiled and didn't continue to talk about it.

He knew that he couldn't hear anything good from her.

He just said, "I'll send you after you finish your meal."

It was already eleven o'clock when Sharon finished her meal.

When she arrived at the studio, it was eleven thirty.

Before she got out of the car, Jameson said, "I have a meeting in the evening.I couldn't come to pick
you up.Go back home early."



"I see.Just as Sharon reached out to pull the car door” Jameson pulled her back.

He stared at her, "Are you still angry?"

"No."

There was no need for her to be angry with him, she was angry with herself.

Jameson frowned, "Why are you upset? Can you tell me?"

Sharon looked at him quietly.

"I told you long ago, but you don't think it's important."

"How could that be? Because I didn't agree to have a baby? Last night..."

"Shut up!"

Jameson put on a smile, "Good girl, don't be angry.Didn't you want to see Mary's grandson? I'll take
you there in two days."

Sharon stared at him, as if she wanted to see guilt in his face.

Apparently, she failed.

He remained calm, as if she had always been the one to blame.

Sharon gave up and lowered her head.

"I'm busy with the competition these few days.Let's talk about it later."

"Alright."



After entering the studio, Sharon bent over the desk and stared at the flowers outside the window.

After a while, she finally kept up her spirit.

She took a deep breath, turned on her computer, and began to search for Rita's previous works.

She spent an afternoon researching them.

Even if Tiffany came to send her tea, she didn't notice.

At night, Sharon finally came up with some ideas.

She prepared a draft and went back.

When she entered the Beale's, Sharon saw a car that she had never seen before parked in the garden.

In the living room, Talon was chatting with a strange man.

When the man saw her, he got up and smiled, "Hello, Ms.Allyson."

Sharon looked at Talon and then at him, "Who are you?"

"I'm a legal adviser of the Beale Group.I'm here today because Mr.Beale wants to transfer 10% of his
shares to Ms.Allyson."

"Shares?" Sharon frowned.

Talon said, "I've considered this for a long time, and you're right.You deserve this."

Sharon put on a faint smile.

How could Talon be so kind? She didn't know what kind of trap he had set up for her.



However, Sharon could not refuse directly.

She had always told them that she was here for money.

She picked up the documents on the table and glanced at them casually.

"Just sign it?"

The legal adviser hurriedly took out a pen and said, "Yes, just sign at the end of the document and put
a handprint on it.’’

Sharon smiled at him, "Sorry, I don't know much about the law.Can I take it back and check it? After I
sign it, I'll send it to you."

"Do you have any questions? I can answer you.”

"I need to know what I can get out of this share transfer.I have to figure it out before signing
it.Otherwise, who would be held responsible if something happened?"

The legal adviser hesitated, "Then..."

At the same time, he looked at Talon.

Talon waved his hand and stood up, "You can take it to someone who knows the law.I'll give you a
week."

"Then thank you, Mr.Beale.”

After Sharon finished speaking, she nodded in greeting and went up to the second floor without turning
her head.

The legal adviser whispered, "Mr.Beale, did you really just let her take the documents away like this?"



Talon said, "Don't worry.It won't change anything."

The share transfer contract was perfect.

Talon narrowed his eyes and said, "You go deal with the rest.I'll handle the things here."

"Got it." The legal adviser answered and left.

As long as Sharon could sign this share transfer contract, then their plan would be half-successful.


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