Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 174: Can't I Call You?

Hearing this, Erica felt her blood freeze.

She could hardly turn her head, and her tongue seemed to be knotted, unable to utter a single word.

At this time, Evie's voice came from the stairs, "It was three years ago. What's the point of bringing it up now?"

Erica nodded in agreement.

Jameson looked at Evie, and the corners of his lips curled up into an extremely cold smile.

"I will seek revenge for the smallest grievance. Even if it was thirty years ago, I would seek revenge for everyone is involved, let alone three years ago."

Evie said, "Do you have any evidence?"

Jameson laughed mockingly and said after a few seconds, "I see."

He turned around and instructed, "From now on, once you see Erica step out of the gate this house, no matter where she goes, you don't have to tell me and directly break her leg." Erica widened her eyes in disbelief, trying to make a final struggle, "Aunt Evie..."

Jameson turned his head to look at Evie and said, "I'll go replace you some evidence.I won't let go of anyone who is involved."

Evie's expression did not change, but she grabbed the staircase armrest more tightly.

Jameson withdrew his gaze and strode away with long legs.

After his figure disappeared in front of Albert, he sat on the sofa with his walking stick and asked in a deep voice, "Erica, tell me the truth, what happened?" In the black Rolls-Royce.

Jacob asked, "Mr.Proctor, three years have passed. Victoria has destroyed all the evidence. We may not be able to replace anything..."

Jameson was not surprised, but said, "If you can't replace evidence from three years ago, then replace the latest evidence."

"Mr.Proctor, are you referring to the car accident of Sharon?"

From the beginning to the end, everyone could tell that Evie was the one who did this, but the trouble was that they did not have any concrete evidence. Jameson said, "Some of Evie's subordinates might be alive. Keep digging."

"Yes."

After a while, Jameson said, "Keep an eye on Erica. Perhaps the breakthrough to bring down Evie is on her."

Jacob probed and asked, "If Miss Proctor leaves the Proctor's, should we..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Jacob immediately said seriously, "Got it."

Jameson lowered the car window and said irritably, "Trey and Sharon have been very close recently?"

"This...I'll go replace out now."

"No need."

Jameson said, "Go to the Studio."

Jacob was silent for a few second.

He coughed, "Mr.Proctor, the studio should be closed by now."

Jameson frowned, "Then go to her apartment."

"If we just go over like this, Mrs. Proctor will get mad..." Jameson's expression was extremely ugly, "Then what is your suggestion?" Jacob thought for a moment before he came up with an idea, "We can ask Mrs. Proctor if the jewelry is done. Then..."

"She will be even angrier if we seem urgent."

It seemed to be a bad excuse.

Jacob pondered for a while and then said, "Mr.Proctor, you must see Mrs. Proctor now, right?"

Jameson raised his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

Jacob took a step back and said, "I mean, it's so late now. Mrs. Proctor may be sleeping. Why don't we replace a better excuse tomorrow?"

Jameson remained silent.

Just as Jacob thought that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Jameson say, "Give me your phone."

On the other side.

Sharon had just finished drawing the design when she saw the phone screen on the table flickering.

The number on the screen was unfamiliar to her.

Sharon stretched her neck, got up and went to the balcony to answer.

She took a deep breath and said, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's me." She held back the urge to hang up and pretend to be confused, "You call the wrong number.I don't know..."

"Sharon, don't you dare hang up on me.' Sharon gritted her teeth and said, "So, it's Mr.Proctor.I don't remember you have this number." Jameson said, "You put my number on a blacklist. Are you able to talk to me now if I don't change a number?"

"OK."

She would blacklist this number later.

Sharon paused for a while and noticed that Jameson didn't say anything, so she said, "Mr.Proctor, what can I do for you?"

On the other end of the phone, Jameson said unhappily, "Nothing. Can't I call you?"

Sharon was lost for words.

She didn't know how to answer.

Jameson was bossing her around all day long, but on what basis did he feel that she was going to do whatever he said? Sharon took a deep breath and calmed down, "I'm very busy. Mr.Proctor, if you have nothing to say, I'll..."

Jameson said, "Did Erica come to look for you today?"

"Yes. And I slapped her on the face. Mr.Proctor, are you here to speak for her?"

Jameson ignored the strange tone in her words and said indifferently, "She will never stand in front of you again."

Hearing this, Sharon was stunned and asked tentatively, "Is she still alive?"

"Do you want her to stay alive?"

Sharon suddenly realized that when Jameson said this, his tone seemed to be emotionless.

It didn't seem like he was asking a rhetorical question, nor was he joking.

After a while, she said, "I just wish she gets what she deserves.'

Jameson said, "She will."

Sharon looked into the distance and didn't say anything else.

After a few seconds, Jameson's voice sounded again, "Do you have anything else to say?"

He said this with confidence, as if she was harassing him on the phone.

Just as Sharon was about to speak, Jameson said in a deep voice, "Stay away from Trey.' Hearing his commanding tone, Sharon immediately refused, "Why? I won't!"

Jameson was stunned.

His voice slowed down a little, "Why?"

"Then why should I stay away from him?"

"I don't like it."

"Oh, that's your problem.It has nothing to do with me."

After Sharon finished speaking this time, she hung up on him swiftly without waiting for his reply.

What was wrong with the jerk? In the black Rolls-Royce, Jacob felt the plummeting temperature in the car.

He reached out a few times to try to get his phone back, but every time he stopped halfway and withdrew his hand in fear.

If nothing unexpected happened, Sharon would put the number on her blacklist as well.

Fortunately, as a qualified and outstanding assistant, he had more than two or three mobile phones.

Jameson threw the phone to him with a cold face.

"Go back."

"Alright,' Jacob said.

Star Lake Mansion.

Jameson turned on the light of the guest bedroom, and the room was deserted.

The heartless woman left nothing behind.

After returning to his room, Jameson went into the cloakroom and took off his tie.

He caught a glimpse of the row of clothes and jewelry that had never been worn before.

A few seconds later, the man's thin lips curved.