The Disabled Son-in-law Is Secretly The Richest Lord

8

Mister Watkins almost chokes on his champagne, and the girls burst out with laughter.

"Marry one of my daughters?! That's just ridiculous! What job do you even have?"

"Well, sir, I am an under butler. I am being trained to take over from John Plummer as soon as he can't work again." Stanley says, and this highly irritates the Watkins family.

How dare someone like him show interest in their carefully raised girls?

"This is the most funny thing I have heard in a while!" Geneva, the oldest says.

"Let me ask you, Stanley, how many companies do you have?"

Stanley shrugs. "As of yesterday, none."

"How much is in your name?"

"I honestly haven't checked for the accurate number."

"And how many luxury cars do you own?"

Stanley stops and turns to John, before sighing. "The only means of transportation to my name is my old wheelchair!"

"I knew it!" Winnie snaps her finger. "This bastard is not just dirt poor! He is a cripple! How dare a cripple dare to say he wants to marry one of us!"

John is flabbergasted. He can't understand why Stanley would shoot himself in the foot like this.

If he wants to keep his identity hidden, and then also appear so poorly, none of the girls from the elite families would agree to marry him!

"Please, let's all be calm here. Stanley is joking, I'm sure he knows that you have your eyes on only the young Lord Snow."

"Exactly!" Sandra, another sister says. " we will ask Lord Snow to fire him once he comes to the party! This man has no single respect for women of our caliber!"

The Watkins father asks for him and John Plummer to go have some more drinks, but John doesn't want to give up on the Watkins daughters yet.

He knows that they are making the biggest mistake of their lives by rejecting Stanley, so in one last move, he decides to help the girls.

"Girls, listen, Lord Snow is going to be here very soon. Why don't you talk some more to young mas– I mean, Stanley Adkins. He has spent a lot of time with Lord Snow, and it would be like exactly speaking to him!"

He gives Stanley a stiff nod before walking away.

Stanley sighs as he reaches for a glass of champagne, but the oldest slaps his hand away.

"Don't you even dare to touch our expensive glasses!" She hiss.

"What? I'm not even allowed to wet my throat with a little champagne?" Stanley is stunned.

"Not when you are a poor butler like yourself!" Another jab at him. "You wouldn't have been allowed in here if it wasn't for John Plummer and Lord Snow!"

Sandra, is twirling a few strands of her hair around her finger. "So, tell us. What colour of hair does Lord Snow have?"

Stanley points to his dark curly hair. "About the same as mine."

"Colour of eyes?"

"Green." Stanley answers.

"Aren't your eyes green?" The little sister huffs.

"Yes," Stanley smiles. "We share those similarities."

"And how tall is he?" Geneva demands to know.

Stanley stops, pretending to think, but he already has his answers. "About six foot two. Same as me."

At this point, Winnie is just irritated. "Are you trying to compare yourself with Lord Snow? Is that supposed to be a joke?"

Stanley leans forward, so that he is staring deep into her eyes. "Why? Do you think that it would be absurd if he is someone like me?"

"He can't be someone like you!" Winnie shouts. "You are too poor!"

Stanley only smiles. He has gotten the answer that he wants.

The Watkins family didn't train their daughters properly, and now they will miss the chance for one of them to be married to the richest man in the world...

When John Plummer returns, he is hopeful and holding his breath that Stanley has made his choice of a woman, but Stanley just shakes his head in a subtle manner.

John exhales with disappointment. The Watkins family has been very friendly with the Snow family.

This would have been a good union of both families.

"Mister Watkins, I and my under butler will be on our way now. This has been a great party, and Lord Snow appreciates it."

Mister Watkins stomach drops. "What?! He is not going to show up?"

Before John Plummer can open his mouth to defend himself, the sisters are already throwing a tantrum.

"Lord Snow is canceling on us?!"

"But we sacrificed so much for this party!"

"I didn't eat for three days, just so that I could appear slimmer to him!"

Geneva's eyes grow angry with rage as she turns to Stanley. "It's the fault of this poor disabled cripple! He came here and wasted our time!"

The sisters gather around Stanley, raining their frustration on him in forms of insults.

"Useless cripple! You are the bad luck that prevented Lord Snow from showing up!"

"Look at him! The only job fit for you would be to clean latrines!"

"Yeah, let's hire him so that he can clean Grandma's bed pan everyday!"

They laugh heartily in mockery, not even their father can stop them from acting this way.

At this point, the music has stopped and all attention is turned to Stanley.

John is about to lose his mind because the humiliation will be too much for Stanley to bear, but what's this to compare to what he faced from Emerald and her family?

Stanley allows them to laugh and mock him all they want, and then he speaks. "Are you done?"

He was going to leave quietly, and keep his quest for a wife moving forward, but now he wants to teach these brats some lessons.

Right in the middle of the ballroom is displayed a beautiful ten feet painting.

It's a very popular painting, and it is the most expensive thing that the Watkins family owns.

It has been in the family for over a hundred years, and it's their most cherished possession.

This is the same painting that Stanley goes to, and points at fearlessly. "I want this painting!"

Murmurs goes through the crowd. This is the most ludicrous thing they've heard.

John's heart immediately tightens once he sees the terrible thing that Stanley wants to do to this family.

He rushes to beg Stanley to stop, but Mister Watkins is already by Stanley's side with a very angry expression.

"Have you lost your mind, boy? Do you know that painting is worth more than your entire lineage?"

"Oh, please," Stanley can't hold his laughter. "Don't say things that you are not sure of."

"Please, sir," John calmly begs. "Don't do this."

"How much is this painting?" Stanley ignores his servant and asks Mister Watkins, who snorts.

"It's priceless! I would never allow anyone to put a price on it, but it's well over five hundred million."

Stanley whistles. "That's just great. Because you are going to give it to me as a gift."

"A gift?!" Mister Watkins blows hot. "now, you are just being crazy!"

"You will give it to me right now, or else your shares are going to crash to the ground!"

John's face turns paler, and he feels his teeth gnashing.

"You've lost your mind, boy. I don't know who you think you are, but I will make sure that Lord Snow knows that he has a mad man working for him!"

"Samuel!" John calls out to Mister Watkins. "You better start begging now!"

Mister Watkins' face distorts with confusion. Why should he beg a poor cripple that has walked into his party?

Well, he will know soon, because his three phones start to blow up at the same time in his pockets.

This only means one thing. Something is happening with the Watkins empire.

He picks up the first call, and his spirit almost jumps out of his body.

"Sir, we don't know what happened! The companies' shares dropped to less than thirty percent! This has never happened before!"