All Chapters of Side Chick Era… Over: Chapter 1741 - Chapter 1750

Jamie didn't seem worried about Sharon wandering off; she was free to move as she pleased, able to go wherever she wanted.Yet after exploring the entire beach, Sharon saw no boat, no dock, no escape route. On this island, where the sea and sky merged into endless blue, leaving was simply impossible. And Jamie was certain she wouldn't even try.After hours of walking, the realization hit Sharon like ice: she couldn't escape on her own, not by any means. Her heart went cold.She turned to Jamie, trying to reason with him."Jamie," she said firmly, "even after three months, I'll never like you. You're wasting your time. You know there's no future for us."Jamie's expression remained calm. "Nothing is set in stone. Until you try, how can you know the outcome?"Sharon pressed on. "After so many years of struggle to get everything you have now, isn't it a pity to lose it all so easily? I heard you've suffered a lot in the past. You should understand the importance of power better than

If Jamie did not keep his promises, Sharon would have no say.Admittedly, when he had mentioned giving her thirty percent of the shares, she had felt a flicker of excitement. But once she cleared her head, Sharon didn't believe it. He wouldn't give something so valuable so easily.It wasn't three percent—it was thirty. Owning that much would mean controlling the most vital industries of the Walton family.Jamie had loved Victoria for years, yet in the end, he had only given her three percent. And now he expected her to spend three months with him in exchange for thirty percent? Impossible. She had to find a way to escape.Even though the island seemed to have no exit, there had to be a way out she hadn't yet discovered. In the meantime, she needed to maintain a careful balance with Jamie—pushing too hard could make him turn his so-called interest in her toward something far more dangerous.…The next morning, as Jamie descended the stairs to ask the staff whether Sharon had woken

With the little tabby around, Sharon finally felt that life wasn't quite so unbearable. Seeing how much she liked the cat, Jamie indulged her, letting her hold it all day long.And just like that, a week passed without her even realizing it.During this week, Sharon had been "well‑behaved." She cooked almost every day—sometimes making dishes she was good at, sometimes preparing foods Jamie liked. In her spare time, she painted and played with the cat.True to his word, Jamie did nothing to her. He rarely even entered her room. At last, the constant tension in Sharon's nerves eased a little.That day, Sharon was in the garden picking vegetables. The little tabby swished its tail and followed closely at her heels.At the entrance to the garden, a tall, straight figure appeared.Sharon was focused on selecting the vegetables and didn't notice the man's arrival. Her delicate, fair profile glowed under the sunlight, as if brushed with a soft layer of gold—beautiful, almost dreamlike.

The dose Sharon had prepared was enough to keep Jamie asleep for an entire night.After all this time, Sharon had finally located the helicopter's landing spot. Jamie hadn't brought any phones or communication devices, so the helicopter had to be on the island—there was no way he could passively wait for someone to pick him up. Otherwise, if anything went wrong, no one could help. With Jamie's meticulous nature, he would never have overlooked this.So Sharon had been keeping a careful eye on the helicopter's parking area. The island was vast, equipped with every living facility imaginable. Just finding the helicopter had taken her several days. She couldn't approach too closely, fearing Jamie would notice. That's when she thought of using the medicinal cuisine she'd been preparing to lace the herbs with a sedative.She had already sketched out a plan: once Jamie fell asleep, she would make her way to the helicopter, take the pilot by force, and get herself off the island.Looking d

Sharon spun around instinctively—and there, looming like a ghost, was a tall, imposing figure.Jamie.Fear gripped her so tightly she could barely breathe. She yanked the fruit knife she'd grabbed from the kitchen and drove it into Jamie's chest with all her strength.He didn't flinch. He let the blade pierce him.Blood coated Sharon's hands. She stared at her crimson-stained palms, her face as pale as paper, her pupils quivering violently.In that instant, her fear of Jamie reached its peak.Yet as he looked at her terrified expression, a strange pang of sympathy stirred within him. He even spoke gently, "Don't be afraid. I won't die."He let out a self-deprecating laugh, as if recalling something darkly amusing."I won't die. And if I did… you'd never leave this island."Sharon froze. Then it hit her—Jamie was the only pilot.She had been far too hasty, far too desperate to escape.Someone like Jamie wouldn't leave such an enormous flaw or handle so carelessly. Every appar