When Xyla Quest saw that the call was from Stanley Batton, she immediately smiled and picked it up. “What’s the matter, honey? Do you miss me?” Xyla asked.

As Xyla spoke, she began to sound gentler. She was grinning from ear to ear, but her voice still sounded as soft as ever.

“Where… Where are you now?” Stanley asked.

His high-quality voice made her heart pound again.

“I’m at Goldfield Plaza. I wanted to buy some clothes for you. What about you?” Xyla said.

“I’m here too…” Stanley said.

On the other end of the phone, Stanley was on the floor that sold women’s attire right beneath Xyla. He was accompanied by a group of senior and junior management staff of the shopping mall and over ten bodyguards while he inspected stores in the mall.

Everyone behind Stanley seemed uptight, and none of them even dared to breathe too loudly.

Stanley was wearing a tight-fitting white shirt, coupled with black pants, and both sides of his sleeves had black sleeve bands above them. He looked both