“Yeah,” Stanley Batton replied calmly.

“You should let her in. We have to ask her about a few things,” Xyla Quest said.

“She won’t be leaving. Let’s have our breakfast in peace first,” Stanley said as he placed a sandwich in front of Xyla.

“Okay,” she said.

***

After breakfast, Xyla and Stanley went out together.

Right then, Bailey was still waiting in front of the main entrance.

When Bailey saw Xyla’s car approaching, she immediately ran in front of the car and extended her arms frantically to block Xyla from leaving.

In the next second, Xyla’s red Maserati and Stanley’s black Bentley Arnage came to a halt simultaneously.

Xyla frowned slightly before lowering the window on her side and glared at Bailey coldly.

Bailey quickly walked over to Xyla’s side and tried to open the door to her car but to no avail.

“Aunt Bailey, what made you suddenly think of investigating my husband? Did someone tell you something about him? Or did they give you some unreliable information?” Xyla a