When Sharon Allyson arrived at the studio and saw Tiffany Momon there, she said, "Why don't you stay
home for a couple more days?"
Tiffany Momon leaned over the table and spoke breathlessly, "I've been at home so much that I'm
going to get moldy, and I think I could get depressed if I didn't get out"
Sharon Allyson laughed and sat down across from her, "Where's Daniel?"
"I don't know what he's doing.He said he'd pick me up later.I wish he would not come."
"He's staying at your place for the past few days?"
Tiffany suddenly became angry, "I don't know what he's thinking.I think I've made myself clear, but he
still won't go away, and it's kind of annoying to see him every day"
Sharon Allyson raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything.
Tiffany Momon sighed, "Sharon, it's been almost half a month.Go with me to the surgery in a few days.I
don't want him a long."
Sharon Allyson said, "Is that what Daniel thinks too?"
"He didn't say so, but he's been thinking about it for so long that it's the equivalent of acquiescence.I
don't want to drag it out any longer, and he's probably just taking care of me now for the sake of this
baby, and having the surgery done sooner would give us both relief."
Sharon Allyson didn't know what to say for a moment, "Okay."
Tiffany Momon added, "So, you came to the studio today for something?"
Sharon Allyson took the designs out of her bag, "These need to be sent to the factory."
This time, there were designs for the fashion week, but also a few new models.
Tiffany Momon said, "Okay, I'll have them sent over later.Sharon, our studio has been open for a long
time, and I've been at home recently.Should we open an online store? It'll help promote the brand."
Sharon Allyson nodded, "Yes"
"Then I will try to recruit a few people specifically responsible for the online store"
Sharon Allyson thought about it, "If we open an online sales channel, the current studio will be too
small"
Tiffany Momon was also aware of this problem.
The current studio in addition to the outside store, was the restroom, the office, and the pantry.
There was not enough space to stock more goods.
Since they wanted to open online sales, the first thing to ensure was adequate storage.
If the products couldn't be sold out, they could expand other channels to sell them slowly, but if they
waited for an order to be placed and then let the factory process it, it would definitely be too slow and
would only reduce their credibility.
Tiffany Momon suddenly had an idea, and when she looked at Sharon Allyson, she found that the latter
was also looking at her.
They both spoke at the same time, "Rent the next door as well?"
Sharon Allyson and Tiffany Momon hit it off and immediately contacted the person in charge next door.
Sharon Allyson spent the entire afternoon working on this, and by the time the contract was signed, it
was already evening.
Tiffany Momon stretched her back, "Sharon, let's go eat hot pot."
Sharon Allyson said, "Can you eat that?"
"l asked the doctor.It's okay to eat just a little spicy.I've been eating bland food for days.I'm dying of
cravings.Please, go with me."
Sharon Allyson smiled, "Okay"
She took out her phone and looked at it, still no word from Jameson Proctor.
Tiffany Momon touched her with her elbow, "Your Mr.Proctor is checking in? Ask him to join us.I don't
care.As long as I can eat hot pot, I'm willing to go to a burning mountain"
"No."
Sharon Allyson explained, "Mr.Proctor seems to have had an accident yesterday.He went over in the
evening and has not contacted me.I do not know what is going on there."
"Then do you want to go over to see?"
Sharon Allyson shook her head, "No, I asked Jacob Green.It's nothing serious.He hasn't contacted me,
so he must be in a meeting.I'll ask him later."
"Okay, let's have hot pot then!"
Proctor family.
In the living room, the maids had just removed the dinner dishes when a man hurried in, "Master,
something is wrong."
Master Proctor got up with his cane, "What's all the fuss about? What's the hurry?"
"Second young master has...has returned."
Master Proctor looked unchanged, "Isn't it normal for him to come back? You're not gonna tell me he
came back holding a bomb?"
Next to him, Evie Rowland had little expression.
The man whispered, "He...brought Miss Proctor with him."
Master Proctor was appalled, "What?"
He thought Erica Proctor had died a long time ago.
How could she come back? Evie Rowland spoke up, "Did you get a good look? Are you sure it was
Erica?"
"Yes, I saw it clearly.It was indeed Miss Proctor, but..."
Master Proctor hurriedly asked, "What?"
Before his man had time to answer, a voice came from outside the door, "If you're so curious, just take
a look and see."
The next second, Jameson Proctor's figure appeared in the living room.
The moment Master Proctor looked up and saw him, he was obviously holding back his anger, but
when he saw Erica Proctor being brought in behind him, his eyes widened.
Evie Rowland looked shocked, "What have you done to her!"
The Erica Proctor in front of them no longer had the domineering air back in the old days.
Her hair was messy; old and fresh bruises were all over her face; one of her arms was broken; the
most terrible thing was that she was sitting in a wheelchair.
Although she was covered with a blanket, the bottom was obviously empty.
Jameson Proctor sat on the sofa and spoke without haste, "Don't get too excited.I didn't do anything to
her."
Jameson Proctor raised his hand, and Jacob Green immediately stepped forward.
Jacob Green said, "Erica Proctor was convicted of murder and sentenced to twenty years in prison,
and was held in Women's Prison.After entering the prison, Erica Proctor repeatedly physically
assaulted plus verbally abused prison guards and fellow inmates and tried to escape from prison.In the
process of escaping from prison, in order to avoid pursuit, she jumped from the third floor and broke
both legs, as well as an arm, which was amputated by the hospital due to severe injuries."
Evie Rowland, who could not help but feel the chill in her back, looked at Jameson Proctor, "You...You
arranged it all, didn't you?"
Jameson Proctor snorted, "If I had arranged it, I wouldn't have gone so easy on her."
Master Proctor pounded on his cane and cursed, "This is unacceptable! You've crossed the line!"
"I've crossed the line? Shouldn't you all reflect on why she refused to repent and spoke out of turn even
when she was in prison? If she had realized her own mistakes, she wouldn't be in this situation today."
Master Proctor said, "She is your sister, you..."
"Sister?"
Jameson Proctor spoke slowly and deliberately, but his voice was wrapped in a cold chill, "When she
pushed Sharon Allyson down the stairs, she should have thought of the consequences.I let her
live.Isn't that enough?"
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