The ultimate husband

Chapter 4829

Uhh...

Sensing Old Master Stanford's fury, Darryl was completely at a loss. Nevertheless, he tried his best to explain patiently.

"You must be Old Master Stanford. I'm going to be honest with you. My name is Darryl Darby. I'm not the Derrick Darby you've been looking for. I'm from another land. I was just passing by that hill when I was captured by your men and brought back here."

Huh?

Old Master Stanford frowned.

Gerald could not help but walk over and smack Darryl's head once again, crying out, "You're still on that, huh? How are you still this shameless at this point? What's all this about Darryl Darby and a different land? I think you're looking for a beating!"

As he spoke, Gerald turned to address Old Master Stanford. ’He's gone too far this time, Old Master Stanford. I say we punish him and teach him a little lesson."

Motherf*cker. That statement alone warranted a punishment?

Darryl was shocked.

Old Master Stanford merely waved a hand, saying impatiently, "Tomorrow's the big day. If we injure him too much, we'll still be making a fool out of ourselves. Just lock him up and have him reflect on his actions.’ "Alright!"

Gerald called out, turning to look at Darryl. ’It's your lucky day, *sshole!"

He hauled Darryl upright and dragged him out of the grand hall as he spoke.

"I..."

just about to repeat once again that they had gotten the wrong man, yet Gerald did not give him the slightest chance to do that.

know how lucky you are to be able to marry into the Stanfords, you

Thump!

slammed the door shut before bolting it with a lock as he finished

F*ck me!

utterly speechless. How the hell did he even end up as a lowly

needed to think of

he pondered to himself, Darryl sat cross-legged and began to meditate while

by, slow as

to stay pretty patient at first. However, he tried many times and still found no way to break past or

come from the portal

would he get

clicked open. It was followed by a breathtaking figure entering through the door while

was dressed in a pale purple dress and had exquisite features, her pale skin glinting in the room's dim light. There was a slight arrogance in her

plate held a few dishes, and

stared for a good few

"And you are..."

was

"Old Master Stanford told

placed the plate harshly onto the table