Chapter 50
Sharon was startled by the sudden surge of hostility and the roaring motorcycle, her expression instantly shifting.
With sharp eyes,
, she recognized the figure riding the motorcycle. It was Dylan.
He wasn’t even wearing a helmet. His face looked angry, and his eyes were cold as ice as he revved the motorcycle engine loudly. With a menacing grimace, he sped toward Sharon as if he wanted to run her over.
Sharon quickly glanced from Dylan’s face to his hand, noticing a visible twitch. Her lips curled slightly as she began to piece things together.
Dylan’s motorcycle surged forward, expecting Sharon to panic. Instead, she stood calm, watching him like it was a game.
Dylan was baffled. He had come looking to cause trouble for Sharon, Last night, Sophie said Tilda would deal with Sharon. He had waited anxiously all night but didn’t see a sign of it
Dylan, frustrated by Tilda’s unreliability, sought out Sharon, attempting to intimidate her. But Sharon’s unexpected reaction left him shocked.
As he neared, he hesitated to strike. Just as he was about to retreat, a loud bang echoed, startling him.
As he regained his senses, he saw a car had suddenly appeared, blocking him and Sharon. His motorcycle crashed into the car’s door, shattered into pieces and denting the car
Dylan hit the ground hard, groaning as he tried to rise. When he saw the car, his mouth hung open in disbelief, speechless,
A man in a suit jumped out of the car.
“Are you okay?” the man asked Sharon.
Sharon looked up at the man who appeared to be in his twenties or thirties, with a square face and a trendy haircut.
“I’m fine.” Sharon replied politely.
“Hey, you crashed into me!” Dylan groaned as he rubbed his waist, wearing a pained expression. “You’ve hit me and my motorcycle. How are you gonna make it right?”
The man stepped up to Dylan. “Dylan, if I hadn’t stopped you you’d have hurt someone, Just take this ten dollars, get yourself some smokes, and hit the road. And that motorcycle? It should have been scraped long ago.
As soon as the man finished talking, Dylan immediately shrunk back, took the money silently, and left.
Sharon observed quietly as the man handled the situation, her eyes tracking Dylan until he vanished from view.
“Don’t worry, Dylan’s all bark and no bite. He won’t bother you again,” the man reassured Sharon as he walked back, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“Thanks,” Sharon said politely. Even though she didn’t need help, she appreciated his intervention.
“No need for that, Sharon,” he said, running a hand through his hair and surprisingly calling her by her name.
Sharon looked over at him, slightly surprised.
Im Brandon Harris,” he added, introducing herself. “We were classmates, remember?”
It suddenly dawned on Sharon that back in elementary and middle school, there was indeed such a guy in her class.
Brandon was now driving a BMW worth over 400 thousand dollars, a clear sign that he’d been raking in the cash these past few years.
Brandon noticed Sharon eyeing his car, so he casually walked over and gave it a pat. “Been helping out Dad lately,” he said modestly.
When Sharon was little, Brandon’s dad was already the richest guy in the village. Judging by Brandon’s attitude now, it seemed like things hadn’t changed much.
“Your car door was damaged. How much for the repairs? I’ll cover it,” Sharon said casually, shifting her gaze away.
“No need” Brandon shook his head. “This minor damage, I can handle it through insurance.”
He returned to stand in front of Sharon, his gaze now tender, “Sharon, I heard you came back and about the Evans thing, I planned to help at the police station, but you and your dad had already left. Figured you were tired, so I didn’t bother.” Brandon’s eyes hinted at something deeper, though he didn’t say it outright.
Ignoring the subtext. Sharon casually said, “If insurance doesn’t cover it, hit me up for the bill. She nodded politely before walking off.
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Chapter 30
Brandon suddenly grabbed her arm. “Hey, I heard about your divorce and that you moved back to your dad’s place with your kid. Look, I’ve had a thing for you since way back in elementary school. I’ve been solo all this time. So, how about giving us a shot?”
Sharon turned back, surprised. Despite being classmates since they were kids, she had no idea he had feelings for her.
Brandon quickly reassured her, “Don’t worry about your daughter. I’m cool with it. Il treat her like my own. I promise!”
This sudden confession caught Sharon off guard, leaving her speechless for a while.
A mocking laugh snapped her out of it. Brandon heard it too and turned to see where it came from. Spotting three unfamiliar faces, he froze.
The leader sneered with disdain, his eyes filled with irritating sarcasm.
Brandon felt uneasy for a second but since he didn’t know them, he figured it wasn’t his place to call them out.
g to track down Edwin and trailing
The man sauntered over, scoffing, “Why bother, Sharon? You’re divorced, yet you’re still nosing around, trying to him here.”
Sharon also spotted the three individuals. Her attention was drawn to the man and woman standing to the side, so she initially overlooked the man confronting her.
“Edric” the woman called out, disapproving of the man’s behavior. She was dressed in white, her figure graceful and her beauty captivating
Edwin stood beside Tilda, their intimacy evident in their silent connection.
Edwin looked distant, lips tight, brows furrowed, lost in his thoughts.
Edric smirked, glancing at Edwin and Tilda, suggesting that Sharon’s plan was transparent. “Thinking some staged confession will sway Edwin That’s wishful thinking.” He didn’t mince words, as usual,
“What’s all this about staging? I’m not part of any act here,” Brandon chimed in, feeling uneasy about Edric’s insinuation. As the wealthiest guy around, he had no reason to put on a show.
Edric snorted, unconvinced. “Come on, don’t play dumb. If she wasn’t following us, why would she show up out here?”
