Chapter 555: I&##x27;m So Exhausted, I Don&##x27;t Want to Move

In the hot pot restaurant, Jameson Proctor had not arrived by the time they finished eating.

Sharon Allyson called him, but the phone was off.

Tiffany Momon saw the situation and asked, "Sharon, what's wrong?"

Sharon Allyson put the phone away and shook her head, "Nothing, Jameson Proctor just said he was
coming, but..."

Daniel said, "Has something happened to the Proctor Group in the last two days?"

"Seems like it, but when I asked Jacob Green today, he said it was some minor matter within the
company that has been resolved."

"Some minor matter within the company?"

At this, the corners of Sharon's lips pursed.

She guessed that Jacob Green might not be telling her the truth, but since they wouldn't say more, she
didn't continue to ask.

But looking at Daniel, it seemed that this matter was even trickier than she had imagined.

After some thought, Sharon Allyson still asked, "Do you...Do you know what's going on over there?"

Daniel said, "I just heard this afternoon that Jameson Proctor had used all the people in his hands in
the past two days, almost to turn the South City upside down.I have not seen such a big scene.I do not
know the details, but I feel that this should not be just a matter within the Proctor Group."

"Could he be looking for Talon Beale?"



"Not very likely.Talon Beale has always been our main search; plus, he didn't do this even when he was
looking for Natalia Beale before"

Tiffany Momon listened to their discussion and asked Sharon Allyson in a whisper, "He wouldn't have
another woman on the outside, would he?"

The corner of Daniel's mouth twitched, "That's even less likely; it's just that..."

Daniel was halfway through his sentence when he thought of something and his brow furrowed, and his
face darkened several times.

Sharon Allyson asked, "Do you know anything?"

A few moments later, Daniel snapped back from his trance and smiled, "Nothing; it's just something
random that came to my mind.It's not important."

Sharon Allyson looked at the time, "Then let's go"

After leaving the hot pot restaurant, Sharon Allyson and Tiffany Momon said goodbye and got into the
car parked on the side.

Tiffany Momon withdrew her eyes and asked Daniel, "Do you know what Jameson Proctor is doing?"

Daniel smiled sarcastically, "How would I know about his business?"

"You just acted weird; you must know something."

Daniel was dumbfounded, and it took a few seconds before he said, "You're overthinking it; I really
don't know."

He had just received word earlier that the child of Sharon Allyson might not be dead, but their people
had searched several times without the slightest clue.



And he had tried Jameson Proctor, but the latter was even more tight-lipped.

If there is anything worthy of Jameson Proctor's attention in the South City, besides Sharon Allyson, it
is probably the child.

But that's just his guess.

What's more, judging by Sharon Allyson's reaction, she shouldn't know anything.

IN this situation, he can't go talking nonsense.

Tiffany Momon was just trying to scam him, and when she didn't get anywhere, she brushed it off,
"Okay."

On the other hand, Sharon Allyson sat in her car and dialed Jacob Green's number.

The person who answered the phone was Jameson Proctor.

Hearing his voice, Sharon Allyson paused before saying, "I thought you said you were coming over for
hot pot? But where are you now?"

Jameson Proctor's voice was very light, "There was a temporary incident at the company, so I'm back."

Sharon Allyson was silent before she said, "Then why is your phone off?"

"The battery is dead when I was going to call you."

"Are you going back tonight?"

"No, there's still a lot on my plate; you rest first."

Sharon Allyson said, "Okay.Well, bye."



Jameson Proctor said, "Bye, take care on the road"

After hanging up the phone, Sharon Allyson stared at the phone screen for a while and drove away.

Sharon Allyson went to the restaurant Jameson Proctor used to go to, packed a few light dishes, and
then went to the Proctor Group.

As soon as she got off the elevator, she ran into Jacob Green.

Jacob Green was probably not expecting to see her, and after a momentary freeze, he was afraid to
look at her, "Ms.

Allyson."

Sharon Allyson saw his shifty eyes darting around and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

Jacob Green laughed dryly, "May...Maybe a little; it's all the overtime I've been working lately."

Sharon Allyson thought about his salary and began to pity him, "Where's Jameson Proctor?"

"Mr.Proctor is..."

"In a meeting?"

"No...No."

Thinking that Jacob Green seemed to have just come out of the president's office, Sharon Allyson said,
"I see, you go ahead."

Jacob Green called out to her, "Ms.Allyson."

Sharon Allyson turned around, "What's up?"



Jacob Green said, "Mr.Proctor is resting; why don't you come tomorrow..."

"It's okay; I'll just bring his stuff in and leave; I won't disturb him."

Looking at Sharon Allyson’s back, Jacob Green let out a breath; now facing Sharon Allyson, he felt sort
of guilty, let alone facing Mr.Proctor.

Gently pushing open the door of the president's office, Sharon Allyson poked her head inside.

Jameson Proctor was indeed sleeping on the couch.

If Sharon Allyson was right, he should have been restless from last night to now.

Not to mention a single bite of the meal.

He was like this every time he got busy.

Sharon Allyson slowed down, walked over, put the paper bag on the coffee table, and picked up
Jameson Proctor's jacket sitting next to him.

Sharon Allyson leaned over and covered him up, then maintained her position and stared at him for a
moment.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes.

It did look like he was so exhausted.

She determined to go back tonight and make some soup to reduce his internal heat and bring it to him
the next morning.

Sharon Allyson stood upright and was about to leave when her wrist was gripped.



The man's voice sounded slow, but he still didn't open his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Sharon Allyson said, "Just passing by; have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"No lunch or no dinner?"

Sharon Allyson paused, then added, "Or even breakfast?"

At that, Jameson Proctor's lips curled, and he opened his eyes to look at her, "So concerned about
me?"

Sharon Allyson didn't bother to pay attention to him, pulled her hand out, and took the food out of the
paper bag on the coffee table, "Eat up, or you'll die of hunger before your work kills you."

Jameson Proctor reached around her waist and pulled her into his arms, "Feed me."

Sharon Allyson, "..."

Jameson Proctor continued, "I'm so exhausted; I don't want to move."

"You don't want to move? But you're actually acting rude already..."

With this, Sharon Allyson still took the cutlery and fed something to his mouth.

But Jameson Proctor didn't eat much before he said he was full.

Sharon Allyson looked at the half of the food left and said, "Okay, it's better than nothing."

Jameson Proctor said, "It's getting late; let me take you home."

"No."



Sharon Allyson sorted out the rest of her things, "I'll just go back by myself; you go on with your rest."

Jameson Proctor stared at her back and was silent for a moment before he said, "We'll stay at Star
Lake Mansion from now on, okay?"

"I saw the news; the apartment was burned quite badly.Anyway, since it is fully furnished, let's live there
from now on"


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