“It’s like this… I’m actually married, but I don’t know what my husband looks like or what he does. I only know that his name is Stanley Batton. The specifics are very complicated, so I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I only promised to marry this man back then to get something done,” explained Xyla solemnly.

“And then?” asked Stanley.

Xyla began to tell him about how she had been exposed by Emily a few days ago, and how her pre-planned replacement had then passed away. She spoke solemnly while he listened intently, nodding a little in between.

After hearing her story, he said without hesitation, “Sure.”

His nonchalance was beyond Xyla’s expectations, so it shocked her a little.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t make you work for free. I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you way more than what you normally earn.”

Stanley faintly raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “And how much would that be?”

“How is two hundred thousand a month?”

“Two hundred thousand?” repeated an amused S