Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley)

Zoe and Mrs. Jacob, whose hand was gripped tightly, were utterly stunned by the sight.

Vincent was even more terrifying than those gangsters when he got angry.

He might look calm and composed, but he was scarier than Hades himself!

As he tightened his grip on Mrs. Jacob's wrist, she yelped loudly, "Let me go, or I'll call the cops! Zoe, are you okay? Get up..."

Zoe frantically got up from the floor. "Mom, I'm fine!"

After that, she looked at Vincent again. "Can you please let go of my mother? She's an elder. You can't do this to her!"

Seeing that the man did not budge, Zoe gritted her teeth and pleaded with Elaine.

"Elaine, ask your friend let go of Mom now! She was already terrified by what happened yesterday! She can't take it."

Looking at her mother, Elaine hissed in a flat tone, "Mom, I can ask him to let you go, but if you dare to hurt me again, I will retaliate."

At her remark, her mother roared, "B*stard! How

dare you... Ouch!"

Before she could finish, she yelped in pain again. "Fine! Ask him to let me go! I won't hurt you anymore!"

Having said that, she cursed in her mind, "This d*mned girl, I'll let her off the hook today, but I'll teach her a lesson when I get a chance!"

Looking at Vincent, Elaine motioned to him, "Let my mom go."

However, Vincent looked back at her and spat, "Do you think I'll do whatever you tell me to do?"

What?

She gasped in bewilderment.

With a sneer, he looked at Mrs. Jacob and warned her in a low voice, "From now on, if you dare to harass her again, you can say goodbye to this hand. Besides, she's your daughter. I know you're not a loving mother, but as long as she's here, you have to show her what kind of a loving mother you are. Do you understand me?"

Trembling with anger, Mrs. Jacob couldn't believe that there was such a domineering person.

What was his business about her dealing with her own daughter?

But she didn't dare to refute him as she would feel the sharp pain on her wrist whenever she moved the slightest.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, she huffed, "Okay! I'll treat her well! Let go of me now! You nearly break my hand!"

With a sneer, Vincent shook off her hand.

Then, as if he had just touched something disgusting, he drew out the expensive and delicate handkerchief in his pocket, wiped his hands, and tossed it aside like a piece of trash.

Turning his head at the astounded Elaine, he urged, "Say what you want to say, and we'll leave."

Almost immediately, Zoe came to her senses and gushed, "What's the hurry? Why don't you stay for lunch?"

She looked at Vincent flirtatiously as if she wished to stick to him.

However, Howard seemed not to notice her intense gaze and jabbed, "You are so nasty. I'm afraid you'll poison my food, so no thanks."

Again, Elaine stared at him, bewildered.

If it weren't for this occasion, she would have laughed out loud.

Zoe's expression changed dramatically. "W- What are you talking about? How could we poison you? We're a family." "Oh? So you do know that you are a family, huh?" A smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were frigid and sharp.

Zoe gasped, speechless.

While rubbing her wrist, Mrs. Jacob snapped, "Zoe, why bother? It's a waste of food to make them stay for lunch. Let them go!"

Frantically, Zoe tugged on her mother's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, Elaine came with that car outside, and it's worth a few million dollars!"

Mrs. Jacob was an ignorant countrywoman, but not Zoe.

She went to the college in the big city, so she knew the brand of luxurious cars.

Hence, she was certain that Vincent's car was a luxurious one!

In fact, it was extremely expensive!

"What? A car worth millions of dollars!" Mrs. Jacob exclaimed and looked at Vincent with a different expression. "Elaine, who is he? Is he your friend? Or is he your employer?"

After that, she greeted Vincent diligently. "It's narrow here on the first floor. Let's go upstairs. We have sofa there so we can sit and chitchat."

Zoe added, "Yes! Elaine, bring our guest to have a seat!"

Ignoring them, Elaine turned to say to Vincent, "I'll go get something and then come back down."

After that, she wanted to go straight up.

But Vincent stepped up and said, "I'll go with you."

"Never mind..."

"Shush." Vincent glanced at her. "I don't trust your family."

They were nothing but a group of greedy and inhuman vampires.

"Okay."

She had no choice but to take him upstairs.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Jacob and Zoe exchanged cunning glances before following them.

As soon as Elaine went upstairs, she went straight to Zoe's bedroom where she had stayed on the first day she came back. All her belongings were inside.

The purpose of her trip home was to see what those gangsters had done to her house and to take her own things with her.

As soon as she entered the room, Zoe sneaked up on her and said affectionately, "You'd better tell me the truth. Who is he?"

"He's just a normal friend. It's not the kind of relationship you think, nor is he my employer."

Knowing that she was thinking about something illicit, Elaine directly came clean to her about her relationship with Vincent.

Zoe chuckled, "I don't believe you. How can a normal friend be so nice to you? Come on, who is this man to you?"

Annoyed, she snapped, "I've told you. We're just friends."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Jacob questioned Vincent, "What's your relationship with my daughter? She's innocent. If you take advantage of her, you'll be responsible for her." Vincent arched his eyebrows.

She was delighted to see him loosening up, so she continued, "You don't sound like a local, so you may not know the customs here. The betrothal gifts for our daughter are very expensive. I won't let Elaine marry you without one million dollars!"

It was only then that the Vincent opened his mouth and asked, "You want money?"

"No, it's a betrothal gift. You have to follow the procedure if you want to get married..."

Vincent interrupted, "So if I give you one million, I can take Elaine with me?"

"Of course!" Seeing that he was a pushover, she quickly added, "But the one million dollars is just the betrothal gift. I haven't mentioned a car and a house. They have to be prepared by the groom's side. Elaine is my daughter. I love her and don't want you to be hassled about the miscellaneous procedures, so you can just give me a one-off two million dollars!"

"Two million?" Vincent said with a faint smile.

Assuming that he thought it was a big number, Mrs. Jacob gushed, "Your car is worth a million dollars, so I'm sure you can come up with two million. If you can't, you can sell the car and give us the money." Vincent gasped as if he was surprised, "Oh, I get it. You're selling your daughter."

"How can you say that! As I said, this is a betrothal gift, a custom. Everyone follows the same rules here. If you can't get the money, you can't date Elaine. Our girl is so beautiful, capable, and faithful. A lot of bosses in the big city want to marry her! They can offer a bigger package for us!"

Mrs. Jacob couldn't tell how did she infuriate him as the smile on his face gradually fade away and his gazes were as sharp as arrows.

Terrified, she rubbed her painful wrist and trembled a little.