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Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 290: Why Should I Help You?

Chapter 290: Why Should I Help You?

CHAPTER 290: WHY SHOULD I HELP YOU?

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression changed slightly.

He picked up the pen and wanted to write something on the paper, but he hesitated.

Just as Sharon was about to give up and leave, a cold male voice came from behind, "How did you find

this place?"

Sharon turned around and saw Bridger.

The car accident seemed to have left a long scar on him, from the left side of his face to his jaw.

He looked even more terrifying than before with the scar.

"Let's talk somewhere else,’ Sharon said.

Just as they left the alley, four or five children ran over in groups.

One of them bumped into Sharon and stopped.

The little boy rubbed his hands and stood still.

He was nervous when he saw her clothes were covered by dirt.

"I ...I'm sorry..."

Sharon smiled and patted his head gently, "It's okay, go ahead."

The boy looked at her timidly and then at Bridger.

Seeing the latter nod at him, he regained his smile and ran away.

Bridger withdrew his gaze and said, "This place is dirty and messy.Aren't you terrified to come here

alone?"

Sharon said with indifference, "It is not as terrifying as a human's heart.’ Bridger remained silent.

They walked out of the alley and stood on the lawn. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Bridger asked, "Why exactly are you looking for me for?"

Both Josh's debt and Rita's incident had been long ago.

There was no reason for Sharon to come here to see him because of these two matters.

"I want to know where Josh is.You should be able to find him,’ Sharon replied.

"Josh?"

Bridger frowned, "Didn't he die long ago?"

Sharon smiled and said, "Yeah, maybe not yet.He's back."

Bridger didn't need to ask.

He knew what Josh would do when he was back.

It was really disgusting to be his daughter.

Bridger said, "Why should I help you?"

"You're not helping me.You're helping yourself."

Sharon looked at the leaves blown by the wind and said after a while, "Josh is blackmailing me with the

photos of me being sold to Twilight Club three years ago.Do you think you can escape if I call the

police?"

Bridger frowned and didn't say anything.

Sharon added, "I am grateful to you for taking me to the hospital, so I can drop this matter as long as

you help me find Josh.In addition, I will pay you."

Although Sharon went to the police station to write off Bridger's criminal records, and the police had

stopped their pursuit of him, the Proctor family did not let him off.

He did not dare to appear in public and could only hide in this filthy place every day.

Now, Sharon obviously did not want to be Josh's daughter anymore.

Once she called the police, the police would start investigating what had happened back then.

The situation would only be worse than it was now.

After a long time, he said, "I can help you find Josh, but I want a million."

"Sure."

The studio had been making money in the past few months, so she was able to raise a million.

Bridger continued, "At most one week.I'll contact you when I find him."

"Thank you,’ Sharon nodded gently.Bridger was surprised to hear these two words from her.He never

thought that Sharon would ever thank him.Sharon had finished her words, so there was no need to stay

here anymore.

She nodded slightly to him and left.

Bridger looked at her back, contemplating.

When Sharon returned to the studio, it was already noon.

Just as Sharon was about to ask Tiffany if she had lunch or not, Tiffany winked at her and looked at the

office.

Sharon was confused, and then understood.

She walked to her office, opened the door, and saw Jameson sitting at her desk.

He was looking at the sketch with his fingers lightly tapping on the table.

"Why are you here, Mr.Proctor?" Sharon closed the office door.

Jameson looked up at her and said, "I miss you."

She said after a moment of silence, "Mr.Proctor, can you not say such cheeky words anymore?"

Jameson turned the office chair towards her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"I was just expressing my feelings.How would that be cheeky?"

Sharon struggled to stand up and said in an annoyed tone, "We are in the office.Stop it!"

Jameson put on a faint smile and fixed his eyes on the dust on her clothes, "Where did you go?"

"Just hang around.Where else can I go? Go to a bar and have fun?"

Jameson said, "You wish!"

Sharon pouted and looked at the time, "Did you eat something? If not..."

"No."

"If not, go home and ask Jennifer to cook for you.’ Jameson was speechless.

He pulled Sharon back into his arms and narrowed his eyes with threat, "Are you joking with me?"

Sharon suppressed the smile on her face, "I'm serious.You are so picky.The food outside definitely

doesn't suit your appetite.Why not go home?"

The office door was knocked on.

It was Tiffany, "Sharon, someone is here for you.’

"Alright,"

Sharon said, "I'll be right there."

She freed herself from Jameson's hands, tidied up her clothes, and rushed over to open the door.

Seeing this, Tiffany could not help but remind her, "Your hair is messed up."

Sharon was busy with her hair.

"What were you doing? It's just noon!"

Sharon blushed when she heard Tiffany's words.

She tidied her hair and walked with Tiffany.

When she got to the lounge, she was surprised to see the person.

"Mrs.Coe."

It was Trey's mother, Meredith.

Meredith stood up and smiled at Sharon, "I didn't tell you that I would come here.Will I bother you?"

"No."

Sharon turned to Tiffany and said, "Tiffany, could you make some tea for us?"

Just as Tiffany was about to go, Meredith said, "No need.I'll leave in a few words.’ Tiffany knew they

wanted to chat of their own, so she left them alone.

"Mrs.Coe, please have a seat,’ Sharon said.

"Alright."

Meredith sat down and said, "Sharon, I want to apologize to you for what Trey had done.He was indeed

wrong.His father and I have flayed him."

"It's OK, Mrs.Coe.I should be the one to apologize.I shouldn't have lied to you," Sharon said.

Meredith held her hand and said, "Silly girl, how can I blame you for being a filial daughter?"