Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 887 Meeting Again

It was his mother who kept the house and guarded him alone during the days he went out to make his way.

What did she get in the end?

Enoch had nothing to say to his son's questioning. He had also grieved the death of his ex-wife. After all, they had shared a bed and she had given him a son.

"Stanford, for what happened before, it's all because I am sorry for your mother and you. For the sake of me being your father, give your brother a job so he doesn't have to drift around out there." Enoch said humbly.

Stanford let out a laugh, "Is that why you called me here when you said you were sick?"

"Stanford, at least half of the company is your brother's. Are you going to keep it all to yourself?" Enoch stopped saying humbly. Obviously, even if he had humbled himself, he was still indifferent!

Stanford stood up, "Father, you'd better get well to live a long life."

With that, he didn't bother to look at Enoch but stepped towards the door.

"Stanford, don't you go too far!"

Enoch's face reddened with anger, "I'm your father!"

"So?" Stanford stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at him, "So I have to take care of your son?"

Enoch clenched his hands and kept shaking, "You've got the company. All I'm asking is that you let your brother have a proper job. Why do you have to be so cruel to him?"

Stanford walked back over to the bedside and looked at him condescendingly, "Your company was already facing bankruptcy at the time. It was my mother's compensation that filled the gap so the company didn't go bust. I was cruel to him? I remember when Alyssa lost $150 and you all said I took it. How did you treat me? I want to ask you, did I take the money?"

He had not long been in the house at the time and Alyssa said she had lost the money, "There were no outsiders in the house either, and nothing was ever lost. The living expenses I had in the drawer were missing $150 for no reason. I don't know what's going on."

She didn't say it explicitly, but what she meant by that was that he was an outsider. She hadn't lost money before, but when he came to the house, she lost it. What she meant was that he had taken the money. Enoch also decided that he had taken it and told him to admit he was wrong and to give it to her.

He said he hadn't taken it.

But Enoch didn't believe him and demanded that he admit his mistake and hand over the money he had taken.

He was stubborn, and he didn't take the money, so how could he admit it?

Enoch pulled out his belt and beat him up.

Alyssa stood by and watched, and to this day, he still remembered the gloating look in her eyes.

Enoch beat him up and then locked him up for three days without giving him food or water.

He was only released when George admitted that he had taken the money. What did he say to his precious son at that time?

"George, if you need money, just let me know. Why did you take it without saying so?"

Alyssa said from the sidelines, "George is still young and thoughtless. Just wait until he grows up."

As a father, he laughed at his youngest son's mistakes.

And he was unwilling to give him even a smile. After beating him severely and learning that he had been wrongly accused, he did not even comfort him, but said coldly, "I don't know who you are like to be so stubborn!"

He was not being stubborn but was defending his dignity. He would rather be beaten than admit to something he hadn't done.

There were more things like this when he was growing up than he could count.

"I told you that I won't spare the people who hurt me and my mother." He leaned down and smiled, "You should thank me for not killing you all and keeping you alive. Don't ask anything more of me." When he finished, he straightened up and took a look at the house, "You should be content to live in a house like this and have good doctors to treat you."

With that, he turned and walked towards the door. The door to the room was pulled open and Alyssa was standing in the doorway eavesdropping. She hadn't expected Stanford to suddenly open the door and forced a calm smile, "I came over to ask if you guys wanted some water."

Stanford ignored her and walked out past her. He knew in his heart what this woman was like!

After leaving the James family, he sped down the road in his car. There were few cars on the road at this time of day, and the colourful neon signs reflected the city's bustle.

No matter how brilliant the lights were, he didn't look at them for a second.

He was alone and helpless at the moment.

He had so much, but he did not feel happy.

His heart was empty.

The car travelled through the city at breakneck speed. At this moment, he didn't even have someone to talk to about what was on his mind. Even if he had it all, he was still alone. Finally, the car stopped in front of a bar.

He got out of the car and walked straight in. At this time of the day, the bar was lively. There wright lights, loud songs, and great dancers. Men and women were embracing each other on the dance floor and wriggling their bodies to their hearts' content.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of wine.

Then he drank alone.

The bottle of foreign wine was soon half drunk.

He filled the glass again, tilted his head, and drank it all.

Placing the glass on the bar, he continued to pour. At that moment, a soft hand with red-stained nails covered the back of his hand and slowly took hold of it, "Sir, why don't you let me keep you company if you're drinking alone?"

With that, the woman sat beside him.

After half a bottle of wine, Stanford was not drunk, but his mind was not as clear as usual.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly lifted his head, and fixed his gaze on the woman. The woman was wearing a tight black dress that showed off her good figure. Her two thin white legs were bare and she was wearing red high heels. At the moment, she was pressing her legs up against his.

The woman suppressed the surge inside her. It was so rare to see such a superb man! Thinking she must take her chance, she smiled and said, "It just so happens that I'm alone too." Stanford squinted at her and said coldly, "Get lost!"

The woman was quite confident in her charm. She was a regular here, and hardly anyone ever refused to be hit on by her. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.

Still smiling, she picked up the bottle and poured herself a glass, "Why don't we have a toast?"

Stanford's eyes turned cold and he was already getting angry, "Can't you understand what I said?"

The woman paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I, I hear you. But I see that you are alone at the moment and should need some company. I think I'm quite suitable."

With that, the woman became more and more indulgent in flirting with him, and even took his hands and put them on her breasts.

No sooner did she enjoy the pleasure of being touched than she felt a pain in her abdomen, and she flew out.

With a crash, the woman knocked over the table and chairs and fell to the floor.

The woman covered her abdomen in disbelief, while her face, which was covered in delicate make-up, was filled with horror. The men and women who had been wriggling on the lively dance floor also stopped and looked towards them because of this scene.

The woman rose from the ground. She looked extremely embarrassed because she was being watched, "Are you still a man? How dare you hit a woman!"

Stanford didn't even give her a look, but took out his wallet and took a few notes from it, and dropped them on the counter before walking away.

The woman rushed over and tried to stop him, "Do you want to just leave after you hit me?"

His eyes turned cold, "Get out of the way!"

The woman had thought that since he had hit her, she could blackmail him. But looking at how imposing the man was, she didn't dare. Despite her reluctance, she moved aside.

Stanford stepped out.

He went to his car and pulled the door open, and as he was about to drive back, he saw Simona coming out of the cinema.

He glanced up at his wristwatch and found it was the middle of the night.

"Miss Flores," He said as he closed the car door and walked over towards her.

Amanda turned her head to look over, and when she saw him, she frowned slightly. Today she had insomnia, so she came to see a second-night movie, but she didn't expect to meet him. Was this how often the enemy would cross paths?

But she still smiled and greeted him, "Mr. James."¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶