Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 22

Stanley, who was eating breakfast, froze. He put down the cup in his hand, looked up, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Hazel was stunned and blurted, "Madam's job application, of course. She sent her resume to the Jones Group yesterday, but she didn't get a call about the application result after waiting for a whole day. She looked very disappointed when we talked about it yesterday."

Stanley's eyes darkened and asked, "Did she want to beg me to let her join the Jones Group?"

"No. She didn't even know that the Jones Group is under the Jones Family, to begin with. It was me who told her about it and gave her a piece of my advice. I asked her to put in a good word with you because she can join the company easily with just a word from you."

Stanley snorted.

So that was why she was so attentive and fawning over him last night!

That also explained why she was so different yesterday, by waiting for him by the door for the first time, going to great lengths to please him, making him lose his mind and control to the point of losing himself the entire night.

Awesome. She dug a trap and made him jump into it.

His face suddenly turned cold. His appetite had gone and he didn't even bother to finish his coffee. He dropped the spoon in his hand, got up, and walked out. Then, as if something crossed his mind, he asked faintly, "Why does she want to get a job?"

Hazel hesitated.

"Talk!"

Hazel sighed and said, "Madam told me that she wanted to gain some working experience, but even I could guess that she was just playing it down. She probably wanted to earn some money by going out to work during her summer break."

"Earn money?" The man frowned. Did the Jones Family give her too little money?

Hazel nodded. "Since you got married to Madam, she has never asked for a penny from the Jones Family. She even paid her previous tuition fees with her own savings from her regular jobs. I guess she wants to save some money for next year's tuition fee by applying for a job at the Jones Group."

A dash of surprise flashed across Stanley's dark eyes. "Has she always paid the tuition fee by herself?"

Didn't the Jones Family pay for her?

"Yes."

"How about her daily expenses and other expenses?"

"She almost never takes money from me. Sometimes I took the initiative to give it to her but she refused, saying that she is very grateful to have a roof above her head and food to eat. She doesn't need anything else." After spending a year together, Hazel found that Sharon had very high self- esteem.

Stanley raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. He walked out the door with his long legs.

30 minutes later.

In the Jones Group.

Anthony sent the coffee into the office. "Boss, this is today's schedule. There's a meeting in half an hour. Should I go to prepare now?"

Stanley nodded.

Anthony stood still and did not move. His eyes darted around. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Stanley raised his head and glanced over.

Anthony hurriedly said, "I want to make copies of the contracts and documents you brought home last night in preparation for the meeting later."

Stanley pointed casually and said, "Here."

Anthony hurriedly bent down to get the folder. As soon as he opened it, he was dumbfounded. "Boss, what happened to the documents?"

The documents were crumpled and worn. They looked as bad as if they had been ravaged.

When he brought the documents back last night, they were all fine. How could they be in such a miserable state overnight?

"W-What on earth happened?"

Anthony looked over skeptically. To his surprise, Stanley looked rather uncomfortable, as if he had let his cat out of the bag. There was a mixture of chagrin, regret, and all kinds of complicated emotions on his face.

Anthony was extremely surprised.

This was the first time he had seen such a rich expression on Stanley's face. He was more and more curious about how the documents ended like this. "Boss, the documents..."

"Stop meddling!"

His sharp and murderous gazes swept over.

Anthony swallowed back the words in his mouth before saying, "...Yes."

"Go out and prepare for the meeting now," Stanley ordered.

Anthony immediately retreated. When he was halfway through, there was a voice coming behind him, "Wait."

"Is there anything else you need?" Anthony turned around.

Sitting on the black leather chair, Stanley gently tapped on the wooden table with his slender and beautiful fingers, his eyes dark and somber, seemingly thinking of something. After a moment of silence, he said, "Call the human resource manager to my office."