They stood in two rows near the entrance with their heads down respectfully. The crowd, which was ready to leave, was instantly glued to their seats. The group of men had successfully drawn their attention. On the stage, Xyla Quest and her father’s eyes were fixed upon the entrance too.Xyla recognized those black-clad men at first glance. They were Stanley Batton’s henchmen. Sunshine flooded her soul, and her heart leaped up for joy there and then. What was going on? Had Stanley returned to Atlantis?How did he manage to solve his problem in such a short period?In the very next second, Stanley marched into the hall under the crowd’s attention. He was wearing a black slim Armani suit with a black dress shirt inside. His slicked-back hair was simple yet cool, elegant yet extraordinary. There were countless people in the hall, but all of them were no match for him. He glowed effortlessly, overshadowing everyone around him. Soon, the man caught sight of his wife.Th

He had the most filial son-in-law ever, and he could never find a single flaw on him. After admiring the painting for quite some time, Jeremy Quest carefully rolled it up and placed it back into the case. Then, he averted his gaze back to Xyla Quest. “Xyla, I wonder who in the family are you most like. You’re brilliant. There’s nothing in the world that can baffle you, is there?”“Emily is simply incomparable with you.” Once again, Jeremy’s face darkened at the mention of his terrible daughter. Today, Emily Quest’s behavior had disparaged the whole family. She really was a spoiled brat!Xyla smiled bashfully. “Oh, Dad, you flatter me. I was just bored when I was having medical treatment in Country Y, so I decided to learn some new skills.” “That’s great. I can rest reassured that you’re going to do well even if I retire. The company will definitely have greater success under your guidance.” Jeremy had utter confidence in Xyla.“What happened?” Stanley Batton asked. Jeremy

The more aggrieved Emily Quest was, the more May Conner hated Xyla Quest.“But Emily… Didn’t you say that you drew the blueprint yourself?” May asked cautiously. Emily pushed May away at once and glared at her with her red eyes. “Weeks ago, I inadvertently found a sketchbook outside of our house. There were many architectural sketches inside. They looked fantastic to me, so I decided to take it home…“The sketchbook reminded me of your suggestion. You said that I should use architectural design to win Dad’s favor. Therefore, I chose a couple of sketches from the book and made some minor changes to it. They turned out to be pretty good. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem to use the original blueprint this time.“In fact, the main reason I did that was… I wasn’t satisfied with my design. In a moment of madness, I persuaded myself to take the easy way out,” Emily confessed.May let out a deep, helpless sigh. “Forget it. It’s just plagiarism. What’s so big deal about it? I can’t beli

After a lingering kiss, Stanley Batton forced her down and bit her earlobe mischievously. “Tell me… Do you miss me? Hmm?”It was a blatant lie if she said she did not miss him at all. Xyla Quest nodded truthfully.“Which part of you misses me?”“My heart.“Stanley Batton!”Xyla’s face grew redder and redder. Luminous rosiness seared through her cheeks, all the way to her ears and neck. Her heart was about to leap from her throat. The man above her grinned. He leaned forward and met her lips again, hungry yet passionate.***The man refused to let her go even after they reached home. Xyla slowly rolled over and raised her head, gazing at the man’s mesmerizing face. “How’s the issue in Country Y? Is everything settled?” she asked.“Yeah…” the man mumbled while gently stroking her hair. Every bit of him dwelled in great fondness for her. “That’s pretty fast.”“Of course… I want to see you.” Once again, Xyla was deeply touched by him.Heat rose from her stomach to her

“Ahhh!!! I’m so pissed!” Emily Quest broke down. She should not have accepted the man’s invitation in the first place. Regret sat in her stomach, drowning her in dread. ***There were a few cars at the hotel’s underground parking lot. The darkness around them was absolute, and the silence was oppressive. In the black Rolls-Royce limousine, Christopher Lancelot was languidly sitting on the back seat of the car with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. He was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black trousers. The first three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, revealing his imposing chest muscle. The daunting aura exuded by him was intensified in the darkness. There were two rows of black-clad men standing beside the car. The lineup was formidable. The people who passed by the parking lot could hardly stop to turn and look at them. Suddenly, the car door was opened. A young man with the glossy slicked back hair hung his head respectfully. “Master Lancelot,