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

9

Right in the eyes of everyone, the Watkins family's net worth starts to drop to the bottom, the very least on the rank of the elite families!

Mister Watkins can't believe his eyes as the screen of his phone turns all red, showing the horrific plight that has suddenly befallen his shares.

He crashes to his knees, gasping as he holds on to his chest.

His terrified daughters rush to his side and try to comfort him, even though they don't understand the magnitude of the entire situation.

"Daddy, what's the matter? Did you forget to take your medicine again?"

He breathes heavily as he turns to John Plummer and Stanley, standing with expressionless faces.

"Please, make it stop! I don't know who you are, but you are destroying my life, my family, and everything that I have worked so hard for!"

But Stanley shrugs carelessly.

Hasn't he been in terrible situations where rich people have shown him zero mercy or sympathy?

Why should he take his foot off this man's neck because he has suddenly broken into sweat?

John swallows a hard gulp and then uses a handkerchief to wipe some sweat from his face.

He wishes that Samuel Watkins listened to him, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Seeing how much suffering that Mister Watkins has already been through, he gets closer to Stanley and clears his throat.

"Young Master, do not be angry at me, but may I suggest that this is enough? I know that the entire Watkins family humiliated you, but don't take everything from this poor man."

Stanley growls in defiance. "He and his daughters insulted me. Do you dare to tell me to let them go without a lesson?"

Mister Watkins can't stand by and watch this get even worse, so he runs to the painting and then yanks it off the wall.

The guests gasp in horror. What's he doing?

Everyone knows that the painting is worth a lot of money, and it's the most priced possession of the Watkins family.

This single painting has been in the family for more than a hundred years, and he is about to give it to this stranger that doesn't look like he is worth even a million dollars?

"Daddy, what are you doing?!" Geneva holds her face in fright, but he doesn't listen.

"Take it, please!" Mister Watkins pushes it to John Plummer. "Just... Stop what you are doing to my business, you mysterious man."

At this point, Stanley smiles and then runs his hand over the protective glass on the painting.

"Thank you for the lovely gift, Mister Watkins. I will make sure to hang it in my bedroom so that I can stare at it every morning."

With that, Stanley takes his walking stick and starts to head to the exit.

The music has stopped, and everyone is staring at him in amazement.

It's at this point that Mrs Watkins appears from upstairs.

She doesn't understand why the music has stopped, or why everyone is staring at a single person in the room.

She grabs one of the servants and gives her a stern look. "What's happening at my party? Is the young Lord Snow here already?"

"Oh, Mistress. It's even worse than that," the servant shakes her head and looks down.

That's not a satisfying answer, so Mrs Watkins pushes past her and goes over to her husband and daughters to demand an answer, but they are too stunned to give any.

Stanley is already in the car, and it's when John is getting into the front seat that Mrs Watkins runs up to him with a breathless haste.

"Mister Plummer, please, wait!" She shouts. "I don't understand why you and your companion are leaving so early. You promised that the young Lord Snow is going to be here too,"

John Plummer gives her a sad smile and even places a kind hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, Mrs Watkins, he was here."

"What?" Her jaw slacks. "But we didn't get to meet him! We didn't even officially introduce him to our daughters!"

"He met your daughters, Mrs Watkins, and he has decided that none of them is good enough to be his wife!"

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The news of the disastrous event at the first party goes around New York like wild fire.

The Watkins stocks are still on ground, and it doesn't help that all the snow family partnership with the family has been canceled.

Rumours also say that Lord Snow rejected all of the Watkins daughters, but Mrs Watkins denies this vehemently through her publicist.

Yet, the Watkins sisters have been shamefully put into a limousine in the middle of the night and sent to spend the rest of the summer in the countryside...

Who is this mysterious man at the party?

Sketches have been flying around, but no one has a clear enough picture to show that it's truly Stanley Adkins.

John has not slept one bit since he saw how Stanley punished Samuel Watkins for his disrespect.

He remembers how timid Stanley used to be when he was little, and he's scared that the boy has not outgrown it, but now he has nothing to fear.

He will be able to lead the Snow empire to even greater heights. The enemies of the Snow family are so much, and the boy will need a heart of steel to handle all the pressure....

At ten o'clock sharp, he goes to gently knock on the door of Stanley's bedroom, but when he opens the door, the place is empty.

"Young Master, where have you gone to?" He murmurs with a frown.

His search around the house starts, and soon, he is glad to see Stanley in his father's former office.

He is reading through the giant books that hold the history, and all the events that have ever happened in the snow empire.

"Oh, Johnny the butler. You are just waking up."

John takes a deep bow to show his Master respect. "Did you even sleep, sir? You are supposed to have at least eight hours of sleep."

But Stanley snorts. "I have an empire to run, John. I can't keep sitting all day waiting for my memory to return."

"Well, sir. We are very happy that you have regained the use of your legs. A little more wait and all your memories will be back."

"Yes, John. You are right. I'm sure you are right all the time," Stanley slaps the giant book shut and casually leaves the room.

John is right behind him, hands loosely clenched as he doesn't know how well Stanley is going to take what he has to say.

"Um, sir, I was thinking maybe this is a good day for you to finally pay a visit to Snow headquarters. All of the staff are ready to meet you–"

"No, not today. Tell them to continue working, they are not ready to see me."

"But sir–"

"John, are you questioning my judgement?" Stanley asks sharply, giving the old man a stare that sends a shudder down his spine.

"Heavens forbid, sir!" John keeps his eyes on the ground. "I wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Even if I have a death wish."

Stanley smiles and shakes his head. He is already so fond of John, even though his memory about the old man is so limited.

"That reminds me, John. We need to find you an under butler. A real under butler."

John's face immediately goes pale, and his eyes look here and there in confusion.

Is Stanley going to fire him?!