Fiddleford X Stanley Novels & Stories

“Mr. Hill, are you looking for me?” Harvard pointed at Ted. “This is Mr. Morrison. Stanley, please follow Mr. Morrison to his factory now. Help me to check whether his raw materials are up to standard and also check how much stock they have.” Stanley nodded. “Okay, I’ll go now.” Then, Ted and Stanley left together and rushed to Longing Manufacturing.

on the license plate. Stanley's body went limp, and he slumped into his chair. Openly carrying firearms and hailing from Haldon… The only people Stanley could think of were the Wades. Once, with her eyes full of hope, Dawn had said, "Stanley, if we work together, we can make the family business as strong as the Wades' one day!" Now, Dawn was gone, and he was far from being a match for the Wade family. The doctor beside him frowned.

Leonardo swallowed the last drop of his drink, set the empty glass down on the marble island with a click, and all eyes turned to him. “Now that I have your attention.” He cleared his throat. “Speak up.” Cici encouraged but Leonardo dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “I have some news.” He looked at me and I wished I had something stronger than water to drink. “Stanley called me earlier.” He scratched the growing staple on his chin. “Some shipments are delayed, so he says.” “And you don't believe him?” Anna asked, a little soberish. “I believe him.” “Do you think it might have something to do with how the weather has been terrible these past few days.” Zera asked.

I assumed it was Dillon, checking in to make sure we were almost ready. “I know, fifteen minutes,” I said into the phone. But the voice on the other end caught me by surprise. “Cassandra? It’s Jordyn.” His voice was emotionless.” I know you’re on vacation. But…it’s…Stanley. They…they found a tumor. In his brain. He doesn’t have long. He’s asking for you.”

This time, Stanley looked away and hissed dramatically, earning a peal of laughter from Rosaline "Anyways, what is your thought on the business proposal?" Rosaline inquired. "It's good. We should venture into it as soon as possible," Stanley replied. Rosaline nodded and smiled smugly. "Your smile tells me you have something up your sleeve," Stanley started. "I sure do." ***************** Frederick walked away from the Marks company in anger. He entered his car and slammed the door shut. "Get out. I will drive myself," he ordered his driver and threw some cash at him.

“Are you sure?” “Yes,” Phyllis nods. “We are.” Stanley tells them a thank you before he goes back to instruct the movers to return his things. “Phyllis, you know we need him to marry Sebastian’s daughter,” James says as he and Phyllis watch Stanley’s things be returned inside. “I know,” Phyllis nods. “Trust me, this is far from over.” **********

“It is okay. In case you need a good engineering company for the repairs, I can recommend one.” “Oh! That would be great. Please, recommend one for me.” Stanley recommended his father's automobile company, and he appreciated. Then, Hayes asked further, “Who do I tell them that is my referrer?” Now, Stanley gave him his contact and instructed, “You can contact me if you have any hitch.” “It is all right. Thank you, once again.” “Don't mention.” Then, he turned and looked at everyone and appreciated. “Thank you all for your time. I hope to see again.”

Stanley Ford inquired as he took a sip from his glass of fruity champagne. "It is in motion." Jared answered. Stanley gave a nod. "Good. If you need anything, let me know." His gaze darted to where Penelope was dancing with Clark's son. The woman was Evelyn's daughter. He thought she died. But apparently, she survived. The thought unnerved him. His recent intention to run for the mayor of the city could be seriously jeapartdized. Besides, his company could take a hit as well if some of his dirty deeds ever saw the light of the day.

Stanley looked down at Wilbur condescendingly. Wilbur frowned. Just then, Faye opened the door and saw Stanley. "What's going on here?" "Miss Yves, this guy just ran into me and didn't even apologize! I'm going to fire him. He's too rude and unprofessional to work here," Stanley announced confidently. Faye stood up and gave Stanley a slap across his face. The loud slap left Stanley in a daze. "What the hell are you doing, Miss Yves?" Stanley roared.

"It's quite good. It's one of the best multinational companies in the country." Matthew hummed in response after hearing her answer. "Go ahead. Sleep early." Ophelia quickly left, leaving Matthew alone in silence. The assistant, who had remained in the shadows of the study, stepped forward to make coffee for Matthew. "Mr. Ford, do you need me to find out more about Stanley?" "Look into his background. If he's interested in Ophelia's identity and status, get rid of him as soon as possible so she won't get hurt in the future."