Xyla Quest finished with work after replying to each email.

She immediately stood up, checking the time on her computer again to discover that it was already seven o’clock in the evening.

Outside the French windows behind her, she could see lights of greens and reds everywhere.

Turning around, she walked over to those windows, mesmerized by the lively night scenery of the city that came into sight.

The spotless mirror in front of her reflected her appearance right now.

She seemed tired.

Feeling some stiffness, Xyla pinched her neck and gently rotated her head slightly, feeling much more relaxed after.

She remained standing near the windows to observe the view outside for a while. She then picked up her limited-edition Hermes purse and phone before preparing to leave.

Right then, the office door opened, and Stanley Batton strolled in.

He wore a white shirt and formal black pants, his long legs apparent with his shirt tucked in.

He had the perfect body proportions.

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