One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 933 Award Ceremony

About an hour later, Stanley got up with his eyes open.

The first moment he got up, he subconsciously looked at his wife at his side. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

His wife was still asleep and had no intention of waking up.

Stanley lovingly touched his wife's rosy cheeks for a while before withdrawing his hand with some

reluctance, lifting the covers and getting up, heading for the bathroom.

By the time he came out, it was already light.

Stanley changed his clothes and gently exited the room.

At this moment, in the living room of the villa, there were already a number of people standing, all of

them bodyguards.

Of course, Fraser was also in there, along with George who was sitting on the sofa.

George, currently dressed in a white house suit, is sitting on the sofa, blandly sipping his morning tea.

He is very fond of Stanley's teas, all of which are expensive.

He can afford it, but he can't keep it on hand at all times like a super-rich person like Stanley.

So, whenever he drank tea, he had to save it.

But now he was drinking Stanley's tea, not his own, so there was no need to save it at all.

Now that he was here, of course he had to drink more, after all, it's not certain that there will be a

second chance.

"Mr. Murphy." At this time, Fraser, who looked down at his watch from time to time, suddenly saw

Stanley coming downstairs and hurriedly greeted Stanley.

The bodyguards behind him, upon hearing this, stood at attention and shouted in unison, "Mr. Murphy."

For a while, the scene was overwhelming.

But there was one man who broke the formation, and that was George.

George was not Stanley's subordinate, so naturally he would not be like these people, who had to greet

him when they saw him coming.

Not only did he sit on the sofa without getting up, he didn't even put down the cup of tea in his hand, as

if he didn't even see Stanley.

With a swaddling blanket in his arms, Stanley slowly descended the stairs with one hand on the railing,

followed by Marry who was carrying baby supplies.

Stanley nodded slightly in response to the crowd.

Soon, Stanley carried the still sleeping Jimmy to Fraser and asked in a deep voice, "Is everything

ready?"

"Don't worry Mr. Murphy, it's all ready." Fraser nodded his head.

Stanley didn't ask anything else, but looked down at the baby in his arms.

The little baby was sleeping soundly, his two little hands were half-clenched into fists in front of his

chest, and every now and then he moved a little, and his little mouth mumbled twice, as if he was

talking, which made Stanley's eyes full of tenderness and his heart melt.

He then collected his eyes full of fatherly love and handed Jimmy to Fraser, "Take him safely to Calvin

and Arya's side."

"Yes, I will." Fraser took Jimmy with both hands and carefully held him in his arms.

Stanley looked at the little one who was in Fraser's armswho still hadn't woken up, he couldn't help but

let out a light laugh, then reached out and nudged the tip of the little one's nose, "Little heartless one,

you don't even know to open your eyes to take a look, you'll really be abducted by a candy later."

Fraser heatedly smiled, "Mr. Murphy, you can't say that, Jimmy is familiar with my scent, so he knows

it's me holding him and not a stranger, if it was a stranger, Jimmy would definitely open his eyes and

take a look."

"I hope so, well, it's getting late, set off, contact me immediately when you arrive." Stanley said as he

looked at his watch and waved his hand.

Fraser put away the smile and nodded solemnly, "Yes, Mr. Murphy."

With those words, he hugged Jimmy and led Marry and a group of bodyguards towards the villa gate.

These bodyguards were all arranged by Stanley to protect Jimmy and bring him safely to his

destination.

And it also placed Fraser as the main person in charge of this operation.

The main reason is that the only person he really trusts is Fraser. If he didn't arrange for Fraser to take

a trip and leave Jimmy directly to the bodyguard, he would not be so relieved instead.

Stanley stood in place, watching Fraser and the others go away until they were out of sight, then he

withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the sofa.

Looking at George sitting on the sofa, sipping tea as if no one else was there, Stanley just looked

disgusted.

This guy really thinks it is his own place?

It's a little too comfortable.

And the jars of tea in front of him, what the hell?

George felt Stanley's gaze fall on the tea leaves and finally gave him a look, pushing his glasses and

said, "Mr. Murphy, what, can’t I have the tea?"

Stanley snorted coldly, "I'm not that stingy."

George hooked his lips and smiled, "That's great, since Mr. Murphy is so generous, how about giving

me all these tea leaves? I'll take them away then."

"......" The corners of Stanley's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

This man is too cheeky.

Seeing that Stanley didn't say anything, George's eyes were confused for a moment, then he

pretended to sigh, "Mr. Murphy, you didn't say anything, it seems that you will refuse me."

"Don't make me sound so stingy, you can take them if you want." Stanley waved his hand with some

impatience.

George smiled, "Thanks then."

The tins of tea are all new and unopened, he had asked the maids to bring them out this morning.

In truth, his real purpose was to deliberately pose for Stanley and then cheat him out of his hand.

It worked!

George excitedly fished a few cans of tea towards himself, if not for the lack of bags, he probably

wanted to put them directly on the bags, afraid that Stanley would regret it.

Stanley looked at him and snorted with contempt.

George wasn't angry and pushed his glasses, "I don't have as much money as you, Mr. Murphy, and I

like to drink tea, so that's all I can do."

Stanley withdrew his gaze, not bothering to pay attention to him, and got up to go upstairs.

George suddenly folded his legs and said, "You just sent Jimmy away, so Violet is next, right?"

"Why ask since you know it?" Stanley stopped and looked at him sideways.

George smiled, "Just curious, why didn't you send them away together?"

"My wife has to attend the award ceremony next, so she can only go separately. Last time in the

international competition, she lost the title because of me, this time she got the title, I should let her

receive the trophy in style before she leaves, this is the honor she deserves." Stanley lightly opened his

thin lips and spoke in a light voice.

George nodded, "So that's it."

He didn't say anything else.

Stanley continued upstairs.

In the afternoon, Violet and Aimee got in the car and went to the competition hall for today's award

ceremony.

She already knew about Jimmy being sent away, and when she got up at noon, Stanley was the first to

tell her about it.

She was aware of the fact that Jimmy was being sent away and when, and she was mentally prepared

for it, but the moment she really knew that Jimmy was being sent away, she was still a little upset and

sullen inside.

But it didn't take long to get upset before she was back in the mood.

After all, she and Jimmy would not be apart for long, just a day at most, and early tomorrow morning

she would be leaving for her three children, so there was really no need to be too upset.

"Isn't Mr. Murphy going to the award ceremony today? You won the trophy, Mr. Murphy is willing to not

attend?" In the car, Aimee looked at Violet who was looking at her phone and asked.