Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 130

Peter entered the study with the invitation in his hand. Standing by the window, Shawn turned around and asked directly when he heard the noise, "How's the investigation going?"

Peter shook his head. "I can't find anything about her."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I can only find very little and basic information about Miss Sharon Cruz. She is a student at Big Valley University, major in mass communication, and she is interning in a company now. This is all I can get. I can't find anything more than this."

Shawn frowned. The more he couldn't find out about her, the more suspicious he became.

"Which company does she work as an intern?"

"Jones Group."

"Jones Group?" Shawn was slightly surprised.

"Are you sure it's Jones Group?"

"Yes." Peter was curious. "Do you know about that company?"

"Of course. It's one of the best companies in Beachmarsh City." Shawn's mouth curved into a smile. "The boss is Stanley Jones. I know him personally."

"Since you know such a big shot, why don't you ask him for help?"

Beachmarsh City was not their turf. They were new to the city so it was better to have a network or connection to help them.

"I didn't want to bother him in the past, thinking that it was my personal affair." Shawn narrowed his eyes. "Now it seems that I have to trouble him anyway. Since Sharon is interning in his company, everything will be much easier."

"By the way." Peter remembered another thing and took out the invitation card from his arms. "Young Master, there will be a banquet tonight. A middleman handed over an invitation card. If we want to establish a stable foothold in Beachmarsh City, we need to make contact with the local rich and noble families."

Shawn frowned. "Must I go?"

"It's good for you to be there as you can make friends with some people there." Peter put the invitation on the desk. "If Mr. Jones is a big shot in Beachmarsh City, I believe he will attend such a prestige banquet tonight."

Shawn nodded. "If that's the case, I'll go then."

"Okay."

Peter turned around and went out, concentrating on preparing for the banquet that Shawn would be attending tonight. Suddenly, a thought flashed across his mind that he stopped and said, sounding awkward, "Young Master, I forgot to tell you that today's banquet is private. You need to bring a plus-one."

Shawn pinched the frowning eyebrows and became a little impatient. "Whatever. See what you can do."

When it was 5 pm, Sharon's colleagues began to get off work one after another. When Sharon packed up her things and was about to leave, her phone beeped, indicating an incoming text message.

"Wait for me for ten minutes."

The simple sentence permeated his simplicity and intensity.

Sharon rolled her eyes as she remembered that she seemed to promise to wait for him to get off work together when he blocked her at the bathroom.

It was no wonder that some companies prohibited office romance. This was too much of an impact on work efficiency and time management.

If she didn't wait for him, he would definitely give her a hard time when they got home.

If she waited for him...

Ah, in fact, Sharon didn't really want to wait for him.

After all, they were in the company. If she met him, she would feel skittish and afraid of being found out.

"Hey, Sharon, why are you still here?" Skye patted her on the shoulder. "Do you want to stay and work overtime again?"

Sharon smiled and said, "I'm about to go now. I'll sort out the last piece of information first."

"Alright, then we'll head out first."

"Okay, goodbye."

Her colleagues left one by one, and soon there was only her in the department. Sharon turned off the computer, tidied up the desktop, and raised her wrist to check the time, waiting.

Ten minutes had passed, but Stanley was nowhere to be seen. Agitated, Sharon called him and huffed, "Hey, I'm leaving if you don't come!"

Stanley's deep chuckle echoed from the other end of the line. "I'll be there right away. Wait for me. If you dare to leave on your own, just wait and see."

Sharon rolled her eyes.

Stanley put away the phone. His working momentum went out the window, so he immediately slammed the document in his hand shut, turned off the computer, took his coat on the chair, and went straight out.

He was as anxious and hasty as a 16-year-old teenager when he knew that someone was waiting for him.

The elevator stopped on the third floor. The moment Stanley walked out of the elevator, he saw Sharon running at him from afar.

Looking at the woman running toward him, Stanley's heart started to beat faster uncontrollably, and he was looking forward to her hug.

However, the reality was...

"Let's go! Hurry up! No one is around. Let's not take the elevator. Take the stairs instead. There must be no one on the stairs. Let's take the stairs!"

Instead of hugging or greeting him, she pushed him straight into the stairwell.

Stanley's face fell immediately.

Even when they were in the parking lot, she looked around sneakily as if she was a thief.

Stanley looked at her coldly with a gloomy expression.

It was not until they got on the car that Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. Anthony was not with them today. Stanley drove the car personally. He drove all the way to the opposite direction of home, which made Sharon frown and asked, "Where are we going?"

Stanley drove in silence and ignored her.

Sharon looked askance at him.

She had no idea if she somehow offended him again. Reluctant to bother, she yawned and began to sleep peacefully, knowing that he wouldn't harm her.

She fell into a deep slumber. When she woke up, she felt utterly refreshed. The car stopped in front of a styling shop.

"Boss, Madam."

The skirt was a little long, and she had never worn such a long skirt before. When she walked, she was afraid of falling down and making a fool of herself.

Sharon cautiously came to his side and did not dare to look into his eyes. "What?"

Stanley bent down slightly, pressed his face against hers, and opened his thin lips slightly. "Do you know how beautiful you are now?"

Sharon blushed. It was the first time that he praised her, so she was a little embarrassed.

She licked her lips timidly as Stanley's gazes became deeper and deeper.

The atmosphere between them changed subtly, and everyone present felt that the lustful hormones were scattered in the air.

"Ahem."

In the end, Anthony cleared his throat and interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere. He took two steps forward and said, "Boss, It's time to go."

Stanley took a deep breath and came to his senses. He nodded and said, "Let's go."

Sharon came to her senses. "Hey, you haven't told me where are we going yet."

She was confused. She had stayed here for more than two hours, but she didn't know anything.

"You'll know when you get there."

Sharon narrowed his eyes and thought, "It's so mysterious."

The car drove steadily on the main road. Sharon sat in the car, feeling uncomfortable all over. She had never worn such clothes before, and she felt uncomfortable and uneasy.

As she twisted her body, the fragrance of her body crept into his nose. It was faint, like a touch of jasmine scent, which made his heart flutter.

Stanley turned his head and glared at the unruly girl. "Sit still!"

Sharon pulled her collar and mumbled, "It's uncomfortable..."

The texture of the dress was transparent. Under the thin dress, one could see her pale skin that the thin fabric could barely cover, which was very tempting and flirtatious.

He was aroused with only one glance.

He drew back his sight, took a deep breath, and cursed in a low voice, "D*mn it!"

Now he was a little regretful that he let her come out in this dress.

Hearing his curse, Sharon snorted scornfully and said, "Watch your language."

Stanley wanted to drag her who had disturbed his mind into his arms. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled himself back to his senses.

If he did that, they wouldn't be able to go to the banquet.

When they arrived at the destination, Stanley opened the door, got off the car, and lit a cigarette.

It was too hot in the car. Although he had turned on the air conditioner, he still felt that the air was too stuffy. He had been suppressing his urge in his chest along the way. When he finally got to take a few deep puffs of cigarettes, he felt relieved.

He knew that this was because of the woman sitting next to him...