Although Jameson looked unhappy, sitting there like an iceberg, it did not affect the cheerful atmosphere in the room.
Sharon took a piece of cake to Jameson.
He was just about to reach out to receive it, when she suddenly wiped a piece of cream onto the corner of his mouth, "What are you doing with a POKER face? Can't you smile a bit?"
Jameson held her wrist and pulled her towards him, whispering in her ear, "Didn't you say, come on a date?"
Sharon laughed and blinked: "Isn't this also a date?"
"It's only called a date when there are two of us."
Sharon pushed him, "Come on, don't be such a wet blanket; they're here for your birthday, not to fight with you."
Jameson raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then what birthday gift have you prepared for me?"
In his tone, there were a few moments of dark ambiguity.
Sharon: "......"
She couldn't help but blush and whisper, "I haven't chosen a gift yet, let's wait until ......we get home."
The crowd not far away watched this scene and silently pulled away from them.
After Sharon went to the bathroom with Tiffany and Giana, Ruben walked up to Jameson, his face not as good as before: "I have something to ask you."
Jameson tapped his long fingers on his knee and spoke lightly: "I know what you want to ask.It's useless to tell you anyways.Things will be solved in a week at most."
"So it's really ......"
Halfway through the sentence, Ruben suddenly realized that there were other people here, especially Daniel, who was pretending to be unconcerned in the corner, but actually half of his body was leaning this way.
He saw the news of the apartment fire on the internet a few days ago, and thus went to the apartment once to check.
All the things inside were still there, but the people were gone.
Ruben had called Matthew, but the latter's explanation went vague.
Intuition told him that something must be wrong.
The reason why he came here today was to ask Jameson in person.
Ruben frowned tightly, the corners of his lips tensing up.
Dean saw this and elbowed William Hood, asking him to say something to break the slightly tense atmosphere.
William Hood, who was sipping his wine, refused to go.
After a while, Ruben asked, "So they...will be okay?"
"Yep."
Ruben did not say anything else.He turned around and went out of the private room.
Seeing this, Daniel hurriedly followed.
When they left, Dean opened his mouth to break the ice: "Now ......what's the situation?"
William Hood said: "We've found the man who gave the photo of Matthew to that mass actor.He is the old man's confidante, so I guess we can't get anything from him for a while"
"Then what to do?"
Jameson tilted his head to finish the wine in the glass, his face without a trace of expression, as if a layer of frost was on it: "No matter how tight his mouth is, there are ways to pry it open."
Hearing that, Dean could not help but shiver.
Jameson grew up in the Proctor family that ate people without spitting out bones.
Plus, after taking over the Proctor Group, he became even more ruthless to fight his way up till today.
If not for his cruelty, he could have been but a puppet of Master Proctor.
It was just that after eradicating many forces on the side of the Proctor family, he hadn't shown this look on his face for a long time.
William Hood said again, "You still don't plan to tell Sharon?"
Jameson's thin lips pursed slightly and paused for a few seconds before saying, "Do you think that if I told her, I could still have this birthday party tonight?"
After a moment of silence, Dean spoke with a sense of humiliation, "I can't say that for sure.After all, I came up with this idea."
Jameson looked at him sideways: "Oh?"
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