Her heart broke into million pieces every time she listened to that conversation. “Nice one, Stanley Batton…” she mumbled. Tears rolled down her cheeks in such generous streams. The man had bent over backward these days to keep her around as his blood supplier. He was just pretending to be a good husband all this while. What a good actor he was. If she had not received this audio clip today, she might have been fooled by him for the rest of her life. Everyone else in the Batton family was as horrible as him.She really wanted to ask them how it felt to put on such a wonderful show. Were they not tired of it?Ridiculous. Everything was so ridiculous…Buzz buzz buzz…Xyla Quest’s phone vibrated. The noises of the vibrations interrupted her thoughts. The screen showed ‘Hubby’. She used to be delighted to receive his call, yet the word looked extraordinarily sickening at this moment. She loved him with all her heart, appreciating him for being her perfect husband. Howev
Hanging up the phone, he changed his target and called Georgie Clementine. “Georgie, is Xyla with you?” Why was Xyla Quest acting so weird today? Something must have happened to her. Stanley Batton felt a little uneasy about her disappearance. Georgie was currently at the X Entertainment’s chief executive’s office. She slowly put down the documents in her hands before replying to Stanley, “No, she’s not at the office. Why?” “Nothing…” Stanley was disappointed. Following that statement, he hung up the phone and called Zack Cassidy. “Find out where Xyla is right now.”Stanley then hung up on Zack without waiting for him to reply. He did not notice it, but wrinkles appeared between his brows again. ***After crying for a while, Xyla got up from the sofa and plodded to the balcony. She left the window ajar, allowing a light breeze to flow into the room and cool her face. Suddenly, a fleet of black luxury cars pulled up in the courtyard. A large group of black-clad men got
The black-clad men nodded courteously and answered in unison, “Yes, sir!”Christopher Lancelot took one last look at them before shutting the door. Stretching his long arm, he grabbed Xyla Quest’s wrist and forced her onto the door. He propped his right hand against the door panel while his other proceeded to cup her chin. “Tell me. What happened to you? Hmm? Did Stanley Batton bully you? Did he do something that upset you?” She would not be here alone if she had not had a conflict with Stanley Batton. Her red eyes stabbed his heart. At that instant, he thought Miranda was crying in front of him. “There’s nothing wrong with me. Let go of me.” Xyla dropped her head, avoiding eye contact with him. Once she finished her sentence, she gently pushed him away and returned to the living room, sitting down on the beige sofa. Though Christopher had saved her life before, they were not close, and they did not even know much about each other. There was no point telling him what she h
Mixed feelings piled up in her heart. She needed to vent, but there was nowhere for her to do so.Her grievance left her feeling breathless and weak. A bolt of white-hot lightning streaked across the sky. A low rumble followed soon after. In the next second, rain poured down in torrents. The world was in chaos all of a sudden.The same was true to her mood. The conversation between Stanley Batton and Ron Batton echoed in her ears. It hurt her over and over again. Before today, she thought she was the happiest woman on earth, surrounded by endless love and joy.However, when she heard the recording, she realized that…Their love and care arose out of the blood flowing in her veins. They were all acting for the sake of her blood. Stanley disliked her. He hated her. If what flowed within her was not Rhnull, the rarest blood type on earth, she would not have been chosen by him and lived such a prosperous life.She loved him so much.Yet, he hated her. Hate…Sudde
Christopher Lancelot leaned languidly against the sofa with his legs crossed. He smiled faintly as he gazed at Xyla Quest. “You shouldn’t take such a long drag since this is your first time smoking. Try inhaling a bit at a time, and slowly ‘send’ it to the lungs.”Xyla followed his instructions and gave it another try. It did not feel so irritating this time, but she was still coughing non-stop. In the end, she chose to give up. She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth, intending to put it out. However, Christopher took the cigarette from her and placed it between his lips, puffing at it even though Xyla had touched it before. “Don’t waste it.”“Hey, it’s dirty.”“It’s okay, I don’t mind your saliva.”“…”Xyla could sense the ambiguity in his actions and words. Xyla immediately turned to Christopher with a straight face. “You know that you’re just…”“A friend to you.”“I don’t mind you because you’re my friend too. What are you thinking? Hmm?”As Christopher spoke
What did he mean by ‘not a big deal’?Questions were swimming in Tucker’s head. After they reached the first floor, Christopher Lancelot and Xyla Quest marched out of the hotel and got into the black Rolls-Royce under Tucker and his henchmen’s escort. On the other hand, the black-clad men got into the Audi and Mercedes-Benz next to it. Tucker started driving right after he hopped into the driver’s seat. Christopher’s henchmen soon started their cars and followed behind him. As soon as the fleet of branded cars left the hotel, Stanley Batton’s black Bentley Arnage showed up at the main entrance. The pair had just missed each other. Neither of them saw each other…The night was deep, and the stars were beautiful.The city was alive with lights, imposing yet peaceful. Everyone on the streets wore a genuine smile. It seemed that she was the only one who was depressed and lost. Xyla leaned against the backrest weakly. She found herself staring out the window, observin
Xyla Quest got out of the car. Christopher Lancelot did the same. He led Xyla to the spectacular fleet of racing cars. Xyla ambled along the cars and finally chose a white Porsche. On the other hand, Christopher selected the red Ferrari next to hers. “I’ll take this one.” Xyla patted the front hood of the car. “Alright. I’ll take this then. Let’s go,” Christopher said before opening the safe beside him. As soon as the safe was opened, rows of gleaming car keys came into their sights. There were many car keys imprinted with different car brands’ logos hanging in the safe, looking incredibly breathtaking. Christopher first reached for Xyla’s car key and then threw it to her. “There you go.”Xyla caught the key and got into her car right away, starting the engine while waiting for him. Very soon, Christopher found his car key and hopped into his red Ferrari. After he got into the car, he lowered the car window and turned to Xyla. Noticing that, Xyla immediately lo
However, Christopher Lancelot quickly recollected himself and threw on his black racing suit. He then grabbed the black racing helmet on the passenger seat and carefully put it on. Xyla Quest hurried back into her car after putting down the visor on her helmet, ready for the race. A minute later, Tucker took out a red flag from Christopher’s trunk. Without further ado, Xyla drove up to Christopher and pulled up next to his car. Tucker walked away with the red flag and came to a halt about a meter away from their cars. Immediately afterward, he waved the flag as hard as he could. Seeing the red piece of cloth fluttering in the breeze, Xyla’s and Christopher’s cars zoomed ahead at once, like two horses that had escaped from their stables. Christopher’s driving skills were excellent. He effortlessly threw Xyla behind him by a distance of a car in no time. Not to be outdone, Xyla instantly floored the pedal and started an endless chase. From a car’s distance to the distan