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..."

they had gotten the wrong man, yet Gerald did not give him

him into the room, scoffing coldly, ’You don't know how lucky you are to be able to marry into the Stanfords, you bastard. Know your place. Tomorrow's the big day. If you dare sneak off again, I'll

Thump!

before bolting it

F*ck me!

was utterly speechless. How the hell did he even

He needed to think of how

to himself, Darryl sat cross-legged and began to meditate while trying to break past the curious energy

ticked by,

first. However, he tried many times and still found no way to break past

from the portal he had fallen

get rid

followed by a breathtaking figure entering through the door while holding a wooden

scrambled to stand. The lady was dressed in a pale purple dress and had exquisite features, her pale skin glinting in the room's dim

a few dishes, and they smelt

few

"And you are..."

name was Sheniqua, Selina’s personal

Stanford told me to give

she spoke, she placed the plate harshly onto the table