Xyla Quest’s depressed face was her favorite view. Why should Xyla be happy when she was not? On top of that, she would be at an advantage if Xyla and Stanley Batton remained locked in a stalemate because it meant that nobody was going to stop her from crushing Xyla anymore. They were sisters. Sisters were supposed to stick to each other through thick and thin. Since she was now plunging into an abyss of despair, naturally, she had to drag Xyla down with her. Imagine suffering alone in the abyss without Xyla’s company. How lonely must it be! Xyla totally did not notice that Emily Quest was staring at her. She kept her head down and replayed the recording over and over again. Every single word pierced through her heart like a spear, rendering her in torment. She sank deeper into her misery as she listened to the conversation for the nth time. The truth was cruel, and the pain was almost unbearable. Xyla’s knees went weak. She felt that her whole body was losing strengt

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

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

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

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