Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 213

In the private room.

As Jameson arrived, the temperature in the room plummeted.

There was a heavy atmosphere of depression.

On the poker table, someone whispered, "What's wrong with Mr.Proctor?"

William glanced at the man who was sitting on the sofa and drinking wine, "Probably, he got bitten again."

Another person said, "Playing so wild? But I haven't heard of any women around Mr.Proctor recently."

William smiled without a word.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the biter walked in.

William looked up and saw Sharon.

It made him a little surprised.

He didn't expect Jameson to bring her here.

Didn't the two of them have been in a fight? Sharon looked at him and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then, she walked to Jameson and took a seat beside him.

William raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze.

At this moment, someone asked, "Who is she? Very pretty.A new model or star discovered by Mr.Proctor's?"

William rubbed his cards and got to the point, "Mr.Proctor's ex-wife."

Everyone said, "..."

Didn't Jameson hate his ex-wife in particular? He finally got a divorce, but why did they come together again? In the corner, Jameson drank lightly without a word.

Sharon did not say anything either, just sitting there.

Anyway, he only told her to join the poker game with him but didn't say what she was supposed to do.

Sharon glanced at where William sat.

Seeing that they were all rich second generation playing through life, she couldn't help but wonder if this poker game would benefit the few projects that the Proctor Group had been affected by.

Just as Sharon was getting more and more confused, Jameson's voice came from the side, "Have a drink?"

Sharon turned to look at him.

His face was hidden in the dim light.

The shadow covered the emotions in his eyes, and she could only see the cold and hard jaw line.

After a moment in a daze, Sharon sobered up and said, "I don't drink."

In the darkness, the man seemed to sneer in a low voice.

Then, he picked up his wine glass and drank it.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

Jameson put down his glass and walked over to the poker table.

As soon as he went over, someone stood up and said, "Mr.Proctor, please sit here.I have to go because I have something to do."

After Jameson sat down, William said, "That is bad luck seat.He has been losing tonight.Mr.Proctor, you must be careful."

"Worse luck than what you have?"

William said, "..."

This guy must be ablaze with anger, as if he had swallowed gunpowder.

He spoke in a too much offensive way.

So, everyone on the poker table had reached a consensus.

Mr.Proctor was in a bad mood right.

It was better not to offend him.

After playing a few games, Jameson really lost miserably.

He pushed down the cards and turned to look at Sharon, "Come here."

Sharon walked over and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know how to play."

After a moment of silence, she added with extreme rigor, "I don't have any money either."

Her hard-earned money could never be lost to these evil capitalists.

Jameson was awkward.