Because You Are My Lady

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!" NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

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.

Stanley held his gun and said with a poker face, "If you really want to die, I can help you."

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became tense.

However, Liam quickly returned to his casual look. "Well, siblings' fatal rivalry. The news is big enough to cause great shock in society."

A trace of murderous aura flashed across Stanley's eyes as he looked at Liam's laid-back attitude.

At this time, Master Jones said in a trembling voice, "Stanley, put down the gun!"

Stanley fixed his dark eyes on Liam. "If you are not afraid, I can make the news bigger."

Liam raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to kill more people?"

The two of them kept talking as if Master Jones didn't exist.

The atmosphere was getting tenser and tenser.

Anthony stood outside the door and looked at the commotion inside. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Stanley looked at Liam expressionlessly, his cold eyes full of fierceness. He put his fingers on the trigger and could pull it at any time.

The air in the study became more turbulent like a taut bowstring that could break everything at any time.

"Bang!" The gunshot echoed, beaking through the dead silence of the night sky.

Anthony widened his eyes and almost jumped.

Hearing the sound of gunshots, the bodyguards outside the door barged in.

The gun in Stanley's hand fell to the ground, and a stick hit his forearm firmly. Master Jones stared at his two sons with a pair of fierce eyes with the cane in his hand.

Just now, Master Jones suddenly slapped the gun off Stanley's hand to the ground which triggered the gun to accidentally discharge. The bullet was shot at a corner of the study room.

Stanley was not spared. Master Jones beat his arm severely.

"Stop it, you two!"

Master Jones gasped.

Stanley's black and sharp eyes swept over, and the intense wrath in his eyes was horrifying.

Master felt a chill run down his spine as his eldest son stared at him. His hands were tied when it came to Stanley now.

Stanley was so powerful and independent now, he had no way to control him now, nor could he read his mind.

Now, Stanley's power was so great that even he as his father dared not imagine it.

"For your sake, I will give Liam three days. If he doesn't get out of Beachmarsh City in three days, I'll do it myself."

Stanley's eyes swept over the two people in the study. "Three days, I mean it."

After that, Stanley turned and strode away. "B*stard!"

As the door of the study was closed, Master Jones knocked Liam's back heavily with his cane.

"Bang!" There was a dull thud.

The rare and expensive wooden cane was broken into two pieces. It could be seen how hard the old man hit him!

Staring at his second son's forbearance expression, Master Jones chided furiously, "You! Why did you go and tease your brother's wife? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Liam pressed one hand on the desk, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He smiled and said, "It's because of the fate that I met Sharon. How can you say that I approached her on purpose?"

Master Jones rolled his eyes in dismay.

He was infuriated by Liam's remarks.

He wondered what actually happened that made Stanley so pissed off.

Master's expression turned livid. "How far have you gotten with her?"

Liam tilted his head and said with a faint smile, "I adore my sister- in- law. If Stanley divorces her, why don't I marry her? It's a good idea, isn't it?"

"B*stard, leave Beachmarsh City tomorrow and go to Lofrana!"

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll make you go by all means!"

Liam smiled coldly, and a burst of pain came from his back. He slowly stood up straight with no expression on his face. "Just like the way you handled my mom? After her identity was exposed, you began to push her out in order to avoid unnecessary trouble?"

Upon the mention of his biological mother, Master Jones's expression froze.

"My mother died a horrible death. If I don't find out who killed her, I will never leave Beachmarsh City."

With that, Liam turned around and went out.

Master Jones fell down on the chair, looking bleak and exhausted. His white hair made the once- powerful man look rather old at this moment.

Anthony drove Stanley all the way to the villa. Stanley didn't move a muscle even until he stopped the car.

After thinking for a while, Anthony turned back to look at him and said, "Boss, we're here."

Stanley opened his eyes and looked outside. Then he frowned and asked, "Didn't I ask you to go to the hotel? Why did you come to the villa?"

Anthony forced a smile and said, "This is your house. Why won't you stay at your own house instead of the hotel? It's rather uncomfortable to stay in a hotel..."

Catching sight of Stanley's cold glare like an arrow in the darkness, Anthony stuttered. "I-1 drove it habitually to the villa. If you don't want to see Madam, I'll drive you to the hotel now."

With this, Anthony intended to start the car.

"Forget it, you can go back now." Stanley pushed the door open and said in a low voice, "I won't go to the company this afternoon. Handle everything by yourself." "Yes."