Hearing this, Stanley lets out a little chuckle that makes all of the workers turn around with frowns. "What's so funny to you, Mister Adkins?" "I just heard that you are keeping the last spot for the new Lord Snow." "Well, yes, as his father was our most important client, and so will his son be." Now, Stanley's amusement grows even more. The irony of it all! "Okay, Mister Adkins, now that you can see that we can't serve you because you come from a poor family, and you can't afford us, can you leave?" "Leave?" Stanley frowns. "Yes! Martin Tradeux is going to be here in a few minutes and he will not be happy to see a peasant here!" They've already opened the door, and they look like they are going to hold him over their heads and throw him out. Stanley just shrugs as he walks to the door, but as at that moment, a man walks with a heavy portfolio in his arms. He is in his mid twenties, just like Stanley, and he is drop dead gorgeous. The cheeks of the female attendants turn p

When Stanley returns to the house and breaks the news to John Plummer, the poor old man almost has a heart attack. "Please, young Master, please tell me that you are pranking me!" "No, Johnny, I'm serious. I've found you an under butler." Stanley tells him with a satisfied smile. They are up the stairs, but from there, they both get a clear vision of Seven, who is seated downstairs....He is turning his neck this way and that, checking out the expensive mansion, but he is also smoking, which causes John Plummer to be highly irritated. "Lord Snow, this man can't be the one to replace me! Look at how rough and unkempt he is!" John complains. "How are we sure that he is not going to rob us the first chance he gets when you are the richest man in the world." Stanley looks at Seven, but he can't see the bad things that John is desperately trying to point out. "He is not that kind of person, John, trust me on this. Now, I have things to do, so you better give him the talks on how to

"Oh, look at it. The loser, Stanley Adkins!" Everyone is overwhelmed with the rude behavior of this man, but when Seven wants to march towards him to teach him a lesson, Stanley stops it. "It's alright, he's my ex brother-in-law," Stanley explains. Seven eyes widens. He wants to ask questions, but he stops himself. Andrew circles around Stanley, snorting with contempt. "I see that you have abandoned your wheelchair and taken up a stick." "You can stop with the mockery, Andrew, I'm no longer lame," Stanley answers him. "By the grace of a powerful Doctor, I can work." "And how were you able to pay for such treatment?" Andrew wonders. "Do you know you have a big debt on your head because you took out a loan to gain your ability to walk again? Was it all to spite my sister?" Stanley looks down with a heave. "Emerald? The truth is that she has not crossed my mind in a long while." But Andrew throws his head back and lets out a loud ring of laughter. "Oh, Stanley, stop with the li

Hearing the uproar comes from downstairs, Andrew Hudson smile widens and he sits even more comfortably. Lord Snow is finally here, and he is going to soon ask to see him. His political opponents are going to shit themselves once the pictures of him and Lord Snow makes it to the internet. He is going to become mayor by a landslide! Suddenly, the door bursts open and even though Andrew is expecting Tanks' secretary, it's Seven that comes inside, cracking his knuckles. "Oh," Andrew stands up and causally finishes up his champagne from the glass. "Is Lord Snow here?" "He is." "I thought you were only a friend to that loser, Stanley Adkins? Do you run errands for Lord Snow now?" He shrugs the verbal thought anyways, "It doesn't matter, tell him that I am ready to see him." "You're right, I am here on the orders of Lord Snow, but he has said that he has no interest in seeing you. He wants you to leave immediately," Andrew snorts, he is not going to believe this. "Yeah, Lord Snow

"Who does he think he is to make such a demand?!" Before John can blink, the couple has rounded up all their security. "That cowardly bastard. He has chosen not to show his face here, but to send people to do his dirty work! The instant that he comes here, you are to beat him up very mercilessly!" Aunt Meg tells them. The servants look at each other and nod, trying to hide the anxiety on their faces. If they get charged with assaulting someone, best believe madam and the boss won't do anything to help them out of jail! "But ma'am, how are we supposed to know him?" Yes, Meg and Roman don't know what he looks like, so they turn to Joseph Tanks. "Joseph, go on. Tell them what he looks like!" Joseph swallows a gulp, "Auntie, I don't think I can remember. I was so stricken with fear at the evilness he showed me, I forgot his face!" Aunt Meg scowls, holding herself back from insulting her nephew. John hasn't gone anywhere just yet. To be honest, he feels pity for them because the