Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 37

When Skye turned to glance at her for the hundredth time, Sharon finally couldn't help huffing, "I know you have a thousand questions to ask me, but no, I'm not close with Mr. Frazier, and I'm definitely not the reason why the contract can be signed successfully today. Skye, please don't look at me like that."

"I didn't say anything. You don't have to explain yourself." Skye shrugged. "As for whether you are close with Mr. Frazier or not, that's just your side of the story. I'll keep silent."

This meant she didn't buy her story!

Sharon was jittery. "Seriously, I'm not close with him. I've only met him once."

Skye leaned closer to her, donning an ambiguous and gossipy look. "Oh? How far in are you?"

Sharon was rendered speechless.

"No wonder the mysterious president decided to show up so abruptly today. It's because of you! Didn't you see how he looked at you? His glances were so passionate as if he wanted to eat you up right there and then. I really thought he would pounce on you at any minute just now."

Sharon choked with fear. "Hey!"

"That's impossible. I have only met him a few times," she thought.

She doubted that there was something wrong with Skye's eyes and interpretation.

Sky couldn't help giggling at Sharon's dismayed expression. "Are you shy? Don't be. Both of you are single; there's nothing wrong to want to be together. It's perfectly normal. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Sharon felt like crying. "He helped me catch a thief on the street once. We are almost strangers. It's really not what you think, Skye." Hearing her words, Skye was a little disappointed. "Oh. I thought I could watch an idol drama in real life." Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sharon squinted at her.

"By the way, why is she so disappointed?" Sharon rolled her eyes.

"Try your best to hook up with Mr. Frazier and marry him, then you can be a wealthy Mrs. Frazier. Good luck!"

Sharon didn't know what to say.

She wondered how would Skye react if she knew that she was married to Stanley.

At 7 pm.

As a new employee, the enthusiastic colleagues brought Sharon to the KTV after work.

She could only agree since she could not reject their invitation.

Her colleagues were well- dressed and professional in the office during the daytime, but when night fell, they obliterated their disguise completely and transformed into a maniac version of themselves as they sang and danced together.

Sitting in the corner of the room, Sharon bit the straw as she watched them have fun.

Skye came over with a glass of wine and sat down beside her. "Go ahead and sing some songs. Vent them all out."

Sharon smiled and said, "I'm good."

"It's because this is your first day. The pressure will slowly come a few days later, and it's hard to have such a time to vent your anger like today."

"I'm just an intern with only two months of working pressure. It must be harder for you and the rest of them." "You are such a sweet-talker. No wonder Troy chose you among so many candidates." Skye whispered to her, "Actually when you were hired, we guessed that you might have a relationship with Manager Wilson, that's why he hired you."

"Ahem!"

Sharon coughed and smiled awkwardly while glancing at Troy in another corner of the room.

Yes, that's right. Troy came to their gathering tonight.

Seeing Sharon looking at him, Troy waved and greeted her from afar.

Sharon frantically looked away, knowing that her colleagues had misunderstood her and Troy. Seeing Troy now made her feel bewildered.

Skye muttered in a low voice, "Manager Wilson barely attended our gathering at ordinary times. I wonder what is up with him today to join us for the karaoke session all of a sudden."

Sharon took a sip of the drink and said, "Maybe he wants to relax too."

"Don't mind him." Skye took her to join the crowd. "Let's play some games."

Sharon had no choice but to follow her.

They sat around a tea table, planning to play Truth or Dare.

Sharon had no objection since she had played this game in school, which was a very simple and straightforward game. She figures it was better for her to join them in order to blend into them.

On the other hand, Troy came to a quiet corner, found the number, and dialed it.

It took him quite a while for the call to connect. Obviously, the receiver must have not expected him to call at this hour. A deep male voice pierced through the phone and asked, "Troy Wilson?"

"Mr. Jones, it's me."

Stanley raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"

"It's about Miss Cruz. You asked me to report to you immediately if she has any activities. I am now in the KTV lounge with her and her colleagues. They are about to play a game now. I pondered and decided to inform you."

The noise on the other end of the phone echoed into his ears. There were sounds of singing, playing cards, and all sorts of noises. Stanley rubbed his eyebrows and huffed, "I'm talking about when she is in the office, not after work."

Troy gaped in bewilderment and secretly blamed himself, "D*mn, I sucked the boss up the wrong way."

"I'm sorry, boss. I thought..."

"What is she doing now?" Stanley interjected him before he could finish.

Troy was stunned. "What?"

"Since you've already called me, so tell me, what is she doing now?"

Troy came to his senses and said, "Oh, she is playing Truth or Dare with them now."

Stanley raised his eyebrows and said, "Sit near them, and don't hang up the phone."

Troy smiled sneakily and said, "Okay."

"So the president has a habit of peeping at other people's privacy!" He laughed in his heart.

Jewel leaned weakly in the arms of Stanley at this moment as she was drunk. When he was talking on the phone, she reached out and hooked the man's neck. "Stanley..."

Stanley wanted to push her away, but she held his waist tightly and buried her face in his embrace. With a frown, she whined, "I'm dizzy and not feeling so well. Send me home..."

"Where is your assistant?"

He asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Jewel hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go. "Send me back, okay? I want to sleep."

Stanley frowned and looked down at Jewel in his arms who was looking very pale and grimacing.

Joel Simpson, who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, clicked his tongue and smiled meaningfully. "Hey, with that beauty in your arms, are we still going to talk business or what?"

Stanley stroked his forehead and put the drunk Jewel aside. It was not nice of him to leave her just like that.

Bending over to pick up the red wine glass off the tea table, Stanley swirled it but didn't drink it. He stared ahead with his dark eyes, listening to the commotion on the other end of the line with the Bluetooth headset.

He crossed his slender legs, looking elegant and reserved like a pampered child from a wealthy family.

Joel, who was sitting across from him, clicked his tongue again. "If I didn't know you, I wouldn't be able to tell from your macho and charismatic look now that you used to live a dangerous life on the battlefield shooting guns and fighting enemies."

"Is he scolding me for my lack of ambition?" Stanley squinted at him and thought.

He then took the contract from the tea table and flipped through it casually. He didn't even lift his gaze while replying calmly, "If you're curious about my current skill, we can go to the shooting range someday to test it out."

Joel raised his hands. "Your shooting skill is invincible. No one can break your record until now. I would be humiliating myself if I even think about competing with you in shooting."

"Smart."

Joel glared at him, speechless.

Sharon's soft voice sounded in the headphones as Stanley listen on with his expressionless face. He was reading the contract while listening to her voice.

It sounded like it was her turn to choose truth or dare.