Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 6

"I'll accept this explanation for the time being." Melody looked at her intensely. "Then, explain to me, why do you know so much about Stanley Jones's private information?"

Sharon's eyes widened. "Goddess, were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Sierra?"

Melody's face twisted in disdain. "How can you blame me for eavesdropping? I was basking in the sun and you went there to make a shady deal behind my back."

Sharon pursed her lips disapprovingly.

"A shady deal? Goddess, you are very good with your selection of words."

"Don't change the subject. Tell me the truth. How do you know something that even gossip magazines don't?"

Instead of saying that the paparazzi couldn't get their hands on Stanley's news, it was actually because Stanley had put pressure on all media, and therefore, they didn't dare to publish his news. In other words, the media were afraid of Stanley and the Jones Family, so their news was selectively ignored...

Melody lifted Sharon's small face, staring at her with her fiery gaze. "Don't tell me that you're interested in those rich and powerful young masters, just like Sierra, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

"Is it because you like Stanley too? That's why you keep track of gossips like this! You even know what food he likes!"

Sharon was choked.

"Spill it!"

"I'll keep my conscience in check. No, I do not like him, absolutely not!"

"You're crossing your fingers behind your back, right?"

Sharon was speechless.

In the Hummer on the main road outside, Anthony glanced at the man who was looking at the documents in the back seat from the rearview mirror. After thinking for a while, he said, "Boss."

"Talk."

Stanley didn't even raise his head.

Anthony raised his hand and pointed. "That girl seems to be... Madam."

His hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the black signature pen immediately stopped. Stanley looked up to where Anthony was pointing. Indeed, on the other side of the road, Sharon had her head drooped and was following a tall and slender girl.

After a while, she opened her mouth and seemed to say something, but finally, she held it back. The dilemma was written all over her small fair face, her big eyes darting around, looking like a sly fox.

Stanley retracted his gaze, closed the document, and said, "Have you found out who took the pictures that were shown in last night's news? Why did the TV station dare to broadcast it?"

Anthony nodded and said, "I found it out."

"Get rid of that paparazzi. I don't want to see him in Beachmarsh City ever again. As for the TV station, give the leaders of the Radio and Television Bureau a call and ask them to put pressure on

the TV station. They must pressure the TV station at all times until I give my permission to let go of them."

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Anthony sat up straight and took a careful look at the man who was donning a cold face. "Boss, the reason why the TV station dared to broadcast the news last night is that someone intervened."

Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Who?"

Anthony said a name, "Liam Frazier."

Stanley's face suddenly turned cold, and there was an icy-cold glimmer flashing across his eyes. "Him?"

Knowing that he was extremely angry now, Anthony broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to speak.

Stanley appeared to be gloomy and cold. He sneered, but he was not angry. His Adam's apple bobbed and a series of laughs resonated from his throat.

The traffic light turned green. Anthony slowly drove forward and broke the silence in the car by saying, "Boss, do you want to call Madam and pick her up by the way?"

Stanley raised his eyes and glanced over. "Don't you think you talk too much?"

Inside his heart, Anthony slapped himself while he nodded obediently. "Yes!"

"Don't talk that much then!"

"Yes."

"Call her and ask her to come out."

"Huh?"

"Not only are you talking too much, but you're also deaf?"

Anthony was rendered speechless.

He felt very wronged and thought to himself, "Boss, why can't you just play by the book? Shouldn't we drive away mercilessly and indifferently at this moment?"

"Why did he ask me to make a phone call after scolding me for being so nosy? The situation should not progress like this."