Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 108

Stanley took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and masculine arm.

Even though he engaged in the business world for so many years, Stanley retained an awesome physique. There was no redundant fat on his body and his muscles were protruding.

Stanley walked over to the two bodyguards and said, "I haven't practiced with you for so many years. Come on, let's practice."

Stunned, Wesley broke out in a cold sweat. "Sir, you..."

Before he could finish, a fierce palm abruptly came at him. Stanley's eyes were full of rage, and he moved so fast and unpredictable that no one could avoid it. Wesley hurriedly avoided his advances to no avail and he was hit heavily on the nose, blood spurting out.

He didn't have time to wipe the blood and had to try his best to resist Stanley's attacks.

Everything was in vain though. It didn't take long for Stanley to lock his grip on Wesley. Stanley didn't pant at all. "If I exert an extra thirty percent of my strength, you'll be dead." A cold sweat broke out on Wesley's forehead. He knew that Stanley was telling the truth. Only those who had fought with Stanley knew how powerful he was.

He released his hand and let go of him. Stanley looked at him indifferently and said, "Do you still want to stop me?"

Wesley didn't dare to move nor block his way.

Stanley pushed open the door of the study and walked in while saying coldly, "Anthony, wait outside."

Anthony answered, "Yes."

The study was spacious and had a classical interior decoration. Stanley walked in and squinted when he saw the man sitting on the wooden armchair and the woman beside him.

Hearing the sound, the woman frantically got up from Master Jones's arms. The fifty-year-old Master Jones looked up and a trace of surprise flashed across his serious face.

He was surprised that his eldest son, who had not returned home for a few years, suddenly appeared in the study.

"Suzie, you go out first."

The woman nodded and immediately left.

Stanley walked to the expensive teak table and sneered, "I thought you were working since you have so many people guarding outside the door. It turns out that you have a woman in here with you."

A trace of anger appeared on Master Jones's face upon his disrespectful remark, but he didn't vent his anger. He simply pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down. It's rare for you to come back. Let's have a chat."

"I didn't come back today to catch up or bond with you."

Stanley leaned his tall and slender body chair against the wall. He looked casual but there was a sharp light in his eyes. "I have something else to do."

Master Jones did not answer. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, and then said, "Are you here today to tell me about your brother?"

Stanley laughed. "My last name is Jones, and he is a Frazier. We're not brothers!"

After saying that, he seemed to think of something. "If it was not because I was afraid that my mother would be upset, I would not have even taken your last name. You should thank my mom for retaining my last name as Jones today."

If it hadn't been for his mother to strongly oppose his idea of changing his last name, Stanley wouldn't have to be a part of the Jones Family.

Mr. Jones slammed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table and said, "Your remark is like a dagger that pierces right through my heart!"

Stanley laughed and said, "Do you still have a heart?"

"How dare you!" Master Jones scowled and scolded him.

Stanley smirked quietly.

Taking a few deep breaths to suppress his rage, Master Jones stood up by holding onto the table and diverted the subject. "How is your mother recently? I wanted to visit her the other day, but she didn't let me."

"It's because of you that she is in the hospital now! What right do you have to visit her?"

Stanley was emotionless when he said this. He was as cold and indifferent as a stranger.

Master's face turned livid in an instant, and his eyes were filled with anger.

But soon, he composed himself, picked up the teacup, and took another sip of tea. Then he said, "What did Liam do again this time that pissed you off?"

"I give you two options. Number one, you either kill him yourself, or I'll do it if you don't have the heart for the task." Stanley went straight to the point without hesitation. "Number two, send him abroad as far as possible. From now on, he is not allowed to be in Beachmarsh City."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Jones threw the teacup in his hand toward Stanley.

Stanley turned aside to avoid it.

With a crack, the teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Master Jones's face was livid and blue veins stood out on his forehead. He shouted furiously, "B*stard!"

Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Why? You don't want to do either one?"

"He's your brother! Why do you have to be so ruthless?" Obviously, Master Jones was angry with him. He chided, huffing and puffing in rage, "How can you suggest that?"

"Yeah, my dear brother. How can you say such cruel things?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the door.

Master Jones glared at him and said, "Liam, what are you doing here? Get lost!"

Liam leaned against the door, looking leisurely and casual. "I happened to hear some noise here, so I came to have a look. I didn't expect that my brother, who had been away from the house for the past few years, would come back today."

After that, he strode in.

Master Jones slammed the table. "Get out!"

Liam ignored Master Jones's angry rebuke and stood aside leisurely. He turned his head to look at the gloomy Stanley and smiled. "Brother, why do you come here alone? Your little wife must be very lonely staying at home alone..."

"Bang!" Stanley threw a fierce punch at him.

Liam spat out the bloody saliva in his mouth and was about to punch back.

"Crack!" The sound of the weapon was clear and crisp, and the black muzzle was pointed at his temple.

Liam's expression darkened.