“Then, why did you sigh?” he pressed.
“I’m just a little worried. You do know what it’ll mean for me if word of our deal gets out, right?”
Having said that, Xyla sighed again. Since it wasn’t him who had told on her, but Sebastian who had caught a glimpse of their WeChat messages, she couldn’t blame Five Batton. It was just a case of bad luck.
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Stanley looked earnest.
“It’s okay. Just be careful next time,” said Xyla pleasantly.
Stanley continued to reassure her, “Don’t worry, none of them would dare say a word.”
“Okay,” replied Xyla, choosing to believe him.
The two were only focused on talking to each other, completely unaware of the expression the three others had inside the Honda. Sebastian, Henry, and Gary all looked like they were questioning their life choices.
Henry swallowed hard, turning to Sebastian like he had seen a ghost, then looking at Gary who was seated in the back. He spoke quietly, “Is that person outside really the Old Fifth we know?”
“Who else?” replied Gary.
Henry rubbed his ears vigorously. “Brothers, is something wrong with my ears? Did Old Fifth actually say sorry to someone? And are my eyes also impaired? Why is Old Fifth so docile in front of Sister-in-law? It’s like his wife is fully in control! I’m starting to question my own life.”
“Is Old Fifth possessed by something? Otherwise, why would he change so much recently?” exclaimed Sebastian.
Henry nodded eagerly. “I think so too. Do you guys think he’s being possessed by Asmodeus?”
Sebastion gave a solemn nod. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
Looking at them both, Gary pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. “Are you two writing a horror story?”
“This is too terrifying for a horror story, okay?” said Henry.
“Don’t ask. We don’t know,” said Sebastian.
“I admire no one but Xyla Quest. To think she managed to stick angel wings on Satan’s back,” Henry added.
Stanley frowned. “… Who’s Satan?”
Sebastian turned his head lazily to glance at Stanley. “Don’t you know? Those women who love you but can’t have you all call you the aloof Satan.”
Stanley instantly shut them out. Opening up his WeChat, he searched Xyla’s timeline.
“Old Fifth, this is favoritism. This is double standards. You never look at our timelines and have never been that gentle to me,” complained Henry.
“You’re not worthy,” Stanley responded coldly.
Henry rolled his eyes at him. “F*ck!”
Gary, who had been quiet the whole time, teased, “Why are you humiliating yourself when you already know the answer?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)