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 wasnât 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 Dylanâs face to his hand, noticing a visible twitch. Her lips curled slightly as she began to piece things together.
Dylanâs 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 didnât see a sign of it
Dylan, frustrated by Tildaâs unreliability, sought out Sharon, attempting to intimidate her. But Sharonâs 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 carâs 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.
âAre you okay?â 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.
âIâm fine.â Sharon replied politely.
âHey, you crashed into me!â Dylan groaned as he rubbed his waist, wearing a pained expression. âYouâve hit me and my motorcycle. How are you gonna make it right?â
The man stepped up to Dylan. âDylan, if I hadnât stopped you youâd 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.
âDonât worry, Dylanâs all bark and no bite. He wonât bother you again,â the man reassured Sharon as he walked back, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
âThanks,â Sharon said politely. Even though she didnât need help, she appreciated his intervention.
âNo need for that, Sharon,â 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,â he added, introducing herself. âWe were classmates, remember?â
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 heâd 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. âBeen helping out Dad lately,â he said modestly.
When Sharon was little, Brandonâs dad was already the richest guy in the village. Judging by Brandonâs attitude now, it seemed like things hadnât changed much.
âYour car door was damaged. How much for the repairs? Iâll cover it,â Sharon said casually, shifting her gaze away.
âNo needâ Brandon shook his head. âThis minor damage, I can handle it through insurance.â
He returned to stand in front of Sharon, his gaze now tender, âSharon, 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 didnât bother.â Brandonâs eyes hinted at something deeper, though he didnât say it outright.
Ignoring the subtext. Sharon casually said, âIf insurance doesnât 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. âHey, I heard about your divorce and that you moved back to your dadâs place with your kid. Look, Iâve had a thing for you since way back in elementary school. Iâve been solo all this time. So, how about giving us a shot?â
Sharon turned back, surprised. Despite being classmates since they were kids, she had no idea he had feelings for her.
Brandon quickly reassured her, âDonât worry about your daughter. Iâm cool with it. Il treat her like my own. I promise!â
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 didnât know them, he figured it wasnât his place to call them out.
g to track down Edwin and trailing
The man sauntered over, scoffing, âWhy bother, Sharon? Youâre divorced, yet youâre still nosing around, trying to him here.â
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.
âEdricâ the woman called out, disapproving of the manâs 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 Sharonâs plan was transparent. âThinking some staged confession will sway Edwin Thatâs wishful thinking.â He didnât mince words, as usual,
âWhatâs all this about staging? Iâm not part of any act here,â Brandon chimed in, feeling uneasy about Edricâs insinuation. As the wealthiest guy around, he had no reason to put on a show.
Edric snorted, unconvinced. âCome on, donât play dumb. If she wasnât following us, why would she show up out here?â
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