Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 30

Someone patted Anthony's shoulder. Anthony looked back and saw that it was Howard who was grinning at him. "Do you know why your boss is angry?"

Anthony shook his head.

"Your boss's wife was bullied, and instead of helping her immediately, you took such a big detour to report the situation. If I were the bad guy, I would have already done taking advantage of her and slipped away by now."

Anthony was silent.

"Sorry, boss. As your assistant, I'm so stupid that I haven't thought of that," Anthony chided himself.

Jimmy got up and followed behind the group. When he passed by Anthony, he shook his head and sighed, "How do you grow until so big with such a limited IQ?"

Anthony grimaced in embarrassment and thought, "Captain Hudson, how can you tease me like this?"

No one knew about Stanley's secret marriage but they did.

In fact, Howard knew more about the inside story as to why Stanley married Sharon than Jimmy did.

However, Stanley had never taken his wife seriously, hence, they couldn't be bothered about her. Howard and Jimmy would have forgotten that Stanley was actually a married man if Anthony hadn't mentioned it.

In the corridor on the first floor.

Melody was so anxious that her forehead was drenched with sweat. She was considering whether she should forget about her salary and beat the manager to rescue Sharon from his harassment.

"Manager Hill!" Melody reached out to grab Sharon. "My friend is drunk. Thank you for your offer but I'll take her home now."

"It's no trouble at all. Don't mention it!"

Cohen wrapped his arm around Sharon's slender waist as he held her. His heart rippled excitedly. "Since you are drunk, let's not go home today. I'll get you a room in the bar, where only rich dudes usually use. You're in for a treat today."

Melody was infuriated. The fat man sweet-talked them just so he could take advantage of them!

She watched anxiously as his groping hand slowly inched toward Sharon's hip...

Agitated, Melody rolled up her sleeves and prepared to hit him.

"If you don't want that hand anymore, feel free to grope wherever you like!"

A cold and monotonous male voice suddenly sounded which pierced through the air.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

Melody halted.

She looked over toward the source of the voice and saw a tall man with long legs coming over from a distance. He was walking against the light so she couldn't see his face clearly for a moment.

Melody could finally see his appearance clearly when the man approached. He was extremely handsome. His facial features were cold and sharp, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Melody was a little confused. She felt that this man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Cohen stared at the person. "Who are you? This is my territory. If you don't want to get into trouble, get lost!"

The owner of the club was Cohen's relative. He had been running amuck in this place, and no one dared to confront him.

Stanley looked at Sharon. Anthony was right. She appeared to be really drunk. She was lying in the fat man's arms and even wrapped her arms around the fat man's waist.

Wrath started burning inside him. Stanley smiled coldly, his gaze icy cold. Without even looking at Cohen, he directly reached out and pulled Sharon over.

Cohen's arms were hanging in the middle of the air. He didn't even see clearly how Stanley moved, and Sharon in his arms had disappeared.

Cohen was furious. "B*stard!"

He lunged forward and was about to grab her when his wrist was suddenly pinched before he could touch Sharon, and the heartwrenching pain passed from the tendon of his hand to the vessel of his heart. Cohen howled in despair, "Ouch!"

He looked up at Stanley's gloomy and cold eyes as if he was staring straight at a sharp dagger.

Cohen broke out in a cold sweat. His glances were too scary.

"I'm a b*stard, huh?"

Stanley held Sharon with one hand and exerted the strength with the other as he gripped Cohen's wrist. Cohen screamed repeatedly, "It hurts! Spare me... Spare me..."

Stanley lifted his foot and kicked forward. Cohen flew out and his head hit the wall with a loud thud, blood oozing down his forehead.

Melody heard a man's mellow and low voice sounded beside her, "Keep an eye on her."

Then, Sharon was put into her arms. Melody immediately carried her and retreated to a safe corner.

She looked over with fear, only to see the man in the shirt squatting down in front of Cohen.

Stanley stepped on the back of Cohen's hand that had just touched Sharon. "Who am I? Do you have the right to know who I am?"

He spoke with disdain and disregard.

Cohen's face went pale. He knew that the people who could afford to come here were rich and famous. Did he really mess with some big shot?

"Is this how Spencer Rios trains you? Does he teach you to hit on customers at the workplace?"

Cohen broke out in a cold sweat. "D-Do you know my boss?"

Howard and Jimmy happened to hear this. Howard lit a cigarette and said with a mocking smile, "That Rios doesn't even deserve to be Stanley's servant, and you dare to ask if we know your boss? Little fatty, go back and tell your boss to tie you up and go directly to Stanley Jones to apologize. Maybe he can still live comfortably in Beachmarsh City in the future."

The Jones Family...

There was no one in Beachmarsh City who didn't know about the Jones Family.

Cohen's face was as pale as ghost, and his fat body was shaking non-stop. He knew that he was doomed this time. His tears and snot smeared all over his face as he reached out and hugged Stanley's leg. "M-Mr. Jones, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time. I... ah!"

Stanley kicked him away in disgust and stood upright with no expression on his face.

Cohen screamed and felt desperate.

Stanley turned around and came to Melody. He reached out to take over Sharon from her hand. At this point, Sharon was so drunk that she couldn't stand up straight. He frowned and finally picked up the woman.

He strode out with his long legs and ordered, "Anthony, send that young lady home safely."

Anthony answered, "Yes."

Melody had been standing on the same spot, utterly shocked. Bewilderment was written all over her face.

It was not until Stanley left that Jimmy yawned out of boredom and glanced at Cohen who was rolling on the ground crying.

He walked over with a sigh and squatted down in front of Cohen with a smile. "Fatty, do you need to call the police? I am a police officer, and I can be your witness."

His smile brought goosebumps to Cohen's arms. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

How could he dare to call the police when he was the one with the bad intention in the first place?

Meanwhile, Howard leaned against the wall, with the cigarette between his lips. Looking at the direction where Stanley left with Sharon in his arms, he slowly frowned.

Stanley seemed to care too much about that woman.

Had he forgotten why he married her?

In the Hummer, Stanley put Sharon on the passenger seat with a gloomy face. He then stood by the car and smoked. After slowly suppressing his anger, he opened the door of the car.