“What?” Xyla Quest asked in curiosity.

“Stand up and look outside,” Sophie Kenwick immediately said.

“What’s happening outside? Have the protesters left?”

They should be gone by now since the whole matter was resolved.

Xyla had turned the situation around.

Sophie immediately shook her head. “I knew it. You’ve been busy at work, so you have no idea what’s happening. Hurry up, come and see.”

Xyla glanced at her in confusion before standing up to walk over to the French windows.

Looking down, she saw many people gathered downstairs, chanting something.

Xyla was too far away to determine what they were shouting, let alone make sense of their unsynchronized voices.

After paying close attention for a long while, she finally managed to pick up part of what they were saying—

“Xyla is pretty and kind. Xyla, you’re an angel. We’re demons. Xyla, we’re truly sorry.”

They were saying the same things even though they were barely synchronized.

Xyla smiled as she listened, feeling enter