Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 332

Stanley Batton raised his arm, lifted his cup and invited him for a clink.

Fred Thomson immediately took his cup and clinked it with his. “Me too.”

Then, he naturally drank a sip of water.

Stanley casually glanced at his Adam’s apple that was moving up and down. Then, he brought the cup to his lips and pretended to drink water.

Fred saw that and smiled with satisfaction.

He only needed a sip of this water, there was no need for too much of it.

Stanley slowly moved the cup away from his lips. He held the cup with both of his hands and looked at him. “What is the television series that you were talking about?”

Fred said, “Oh… A period drama.”

After he finished his sentence, Fred started to feel his whole body burning and getting weaker...

A strong and familiar desire aroused in his body.

This feeling was too similar to yesterday’s.

The most terrifying thing was that his desire seemed stronger than yesterday.

He immediately sensed something wrong. He put on an icy look and panted while pointing at Stanley. He asked, “You… What have you done to me? What are you trying to do?”

Stanley snorted coldly. Then, he stood up slowly, pulled his black overcoat and flicked the dust on his shoulders, not knowing when it landed there.

Fred’s sixth sense told him that this current situation was far from good.

This man before him was definitely not that simple.

He wanted to leave at that moment...

But he totally did not have the strength to do so.

This time, his phone was shut down.

Xyla immediately called the people outside, “Anyone?”

In an instant, two men in black walked to her together. A man in black asked, “Miss Xyla, may I know what are your orders?”

“Quickly go to Morning Glory on the opposite to check whether Five Batton is there. If he isn’t, check the surveillance camera of the hospital’s entrance and the breakfast place. Search for his whereabouts, I’m afraid that something has happened to him.” Xyla said.

He was one of the backstreet guys, he must have had a lot of enemies.

Had any backstreet guy not lived on the edge? It was normal for them to be murdered by enemies.

The more she thought, the more she panicked.

He had helped her so many times, she did not hope for something to happen to him…