Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817

“We really must thank Julliard properly when we get the chance,” Wendy said.

Sharon nodded. “Mm. I will.”

After hanging up, Sharon hesitated for a moment, then dialed Julliard’s number. She had received the evidence-she couldn’t just accept it without even a word of thanks.

The call connected after only two rings. “Hello, Sharon.”

Her voice softened. “Julliard, I got the evidence you sent me.”

Julliard’s hand froze over his mouse. “Evidence?”

Sharon explained, “The proof of how Kelly framed me-and how she faked her illness. Julliard, thank you. Without it, it

would’ve been impossible to completely destroy her. At best, we could’ve just stripped away her veneer.

“But with that so-called terminal illness as her shield, no matter what wrong she did, Carter and her fans would always rush to

find excuses for her.”

She drew in a deep breath. “You must’ve gone through so much trouble to uncover this. Julliard, you’ve helped me more than I can ever repay. I truly don’t know how to thank you.”

Before him, the glow of his computer screen reflected cold light into Julliard’s eyes. His finger hovered dangerously close to the send button. The evidence he had painstakingly compiled sat ready-yet unsent.

What he had gathered was damning enough: photos of Carter and Kelly inappropriately close, late-night visits to her residence, the kind of intimate gestures that would be unforgivable in the public eye.

Even if nothing had happened between them, Sharon didn’t know that. And the public would never care about explanations.

That was the evidence he intended to give her-to shatter their relationship beyond repair.

But proof of Kelly’s feigned illness? He had none. He had searched, dug deep, chased leads until exhaustion-but always came

up empty-handed.

Someone was helping Kelly. He was certain of it.

At first, he suspected Nate, but Nate couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, nor did he have the brains for such precision. If it had been him, Kelly’s lies would’ve unraveled long ago.

So who was it? Who had been covering her tracks so flawlessly? Even after all his efforts, Julliard still didn’t know.

And yet, now Sharon had received an anonymous package of airtight evidence…

Who sent it to her?

His thoughts sharpened, then he spoke smoothly, “Sharon, you don’t need to thank me. I’m just doing my part as a friend. The sooner Carter and Nate see Kelly’s true face, the better it is for them.” 1

He could frame it as being for Carter and Nate’s sake. What he couldn’t say what he dared not say-was that he did it for her. He knew Sharon wasn’t ready to accept that. Not yet.

Gratitude colored her voice. “Julliard, if you ever need my help in the future, just say the word. If it’s within my power, I’ll never refuse. I owe you a debt I won’t forget.” 1

Money was easy to repay. But a debt of gratitude-that lingered, binding tighter with time.

On his laptop screen, Julliard’s reflection revealed a rare, unguarded joy. With such a favor owed, winning Sharon’s heart would

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be that much easier.

Suppressing the elation rising in his chest, he replied, “Sharon, we’re friends. Helping you is only right. Please, don’t ever feel the need to be polite with me.”

She didn’t argue further. “Alright. I’m about to release the evidence of Kelly’s fake illness, so I won’t keep you. If anything comes up, just reach out.”

His tone was warm, polished, and flawless. “Of course. See you next time.”

When the call ended, Julliard slid open a drawer, pulled out a photograph, and pressed a lingering kiss to it.

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