“Xyla, take Stan next door to take a look,” said Jeremy.

“Okay…”

This was perfect, as she had just wanted to pull Five Batton away on some pretext to talk to him anyway.

Stanley leisurely stood up and tipped his head down politely. “Dad, I’ll be back soon.”

Jeremy waved them off. “Go on, go on.”

Xyla latched onto his arm affectionately as the two left the house. Out the door, Xyla led him to her Maserati.

Once the car door was closed, Xyla pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly, her expression a little sullen. “Why did you tell my dad that you’ll be residing in the country permanently? See how everything has spiraled out of control once you said that.”

Stanley looked indifferent. “I didn’t think too much.”

Xyla put her hands up in defeat. “Forget it… It’s my fault too for not briefing you properly.” Unable to suppress her suspicions, she looked at him and asked, “Did you do it on purpose?”

“On purpose? Would that benefit me in any way?” he asked in return, looking n