Gigi Graham glared coldly at Xyla Quest. “Xyla, this is where you’re wrong. Can’t you see that I’m concerned about you and your husband’s lives?

Xyla chuckled. “You don’t have to be worried about us.”

Gigi was visibly upset from the look in her eyes. “I thought that, since my husband is better than Stanley anyway, I want him to look after Stanley. My husband loves me a lot, and he would do anything I ask of him,” she said.

With that, Gigi held on tightly to William Jones, who stood next to her and lifted her chin a little as she looked proudly at everyone.

Gigi’s intentions were clear to everyone in the room, and everyone couldn’t help but curse at her under their breath.

“Oh? Is that so?” Stanley’s gaze landed on William’s face ever so briefly.

Although Stanley did not show any emotion on his face, his imposing manner was as strong as ever.

With a simple glance, Stanley made William feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

William immediately shuddered, raised his hand, an