Xyla Quest was busy until late in the afternoon.

What remained of the setting sun beamed through the french window, making her room appear extra warm.

After reading one final document, Xyla massaged her aching neck and shoulders a little before getting up and walking out onto the balcony.

Streams of golden rays danced between flowers and trees under the dimmed sky.

A black Honda soon came into sight.

The car moved closer to her while it faced the setting sun. Just by looking at it, Xyla felt at ease and secure. A beautiful smile subconsciously appeared on her face.

A few seconds later, the Honda came to a steady halt while a man dressed in a black suit and black pants got down.

Even the warm hue of the sky couldn’t melt away the coldness and loneliness that surrounded him.

From a distance, Xyla could still clearly feel the nobility from the man’s body.

Unexpectedly, Stanley Batton looked up and fixed his eyes upon her.

The two of them looked at each other from afar, through