Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 662

“Got it. Keep me updated…” Stanley Batton ordered.

“Okay. By the way, Fifth Master, the mission you gave me the other day is all set now… Mistress will definitely be surprised when she goes out this morning.”

“Okay, good…”

Stanley cracked a smile as he hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, he continued to wash up before returning to the bedroom.

Xyla had just woken up.

The sunlight from the french window shone brightly upon her. She looked very much like an indolent kitten dawdling in the bed.

Her arms rested outside the blanket. They were as smooth as fresh snow. Her face was fair yet delicate, tempting Stanley to place a kiss on it.

The enticing scene made Stanley’s muscles tense.

Seeing that Stanley had already washed up, Xyla rubbed her eyes and stretched her body languidly. She then rolled over to take the wristwatch from the bedside table and took a glance at the time.

“It’s already eight o’clock… Gosh, I have to hurry up.” She had loads of work to settle today. Other than her two companies’ paperwork, she had to visit Team QPG’s base to train with the team members.

Though all of them played very well for yesterday’s game, there was still room for improvement in their teamwork.

Xyla sat up from the bed and casually combed her silky black hair with her fingers.

Stanley walked up to her, his hand subconsciously caressing her chin. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“You decide. I love everything that you make.”

“I’ll see what’s left in the fridge then. Oh right… Ada and the waitress both committed suicide,” Stanley said.

Xyla totally did not expect that to happen.

She speculated that the two of them were afraid of jail, so they had decided to end their lives.

“Besides that…” Stanley told her everything about Dex Reagan.

After listening to the story, Xyla fell into deep thoughts. “It seems like Bailey Ronson was lying to us that day. The one who had been instructing people to investigate me isn’t Bailey, but Emily Quest.

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom.”

“Stop. I can walk on my own.”

Nevertheless, Stanley insisted on carrying her to the bathroom despite her apparent refusal.

Whenever he was around, Xyla felt like a little princess being pampered by her prince.

She was just like a precious ruby to him.

Other than her father, Stanley Batton was undoubtedly the best man she had ever met in her life.

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After having breakfast, Xyla went upstairs and changed into a pair of high heels. Satisfied with her outfit, she left the house and prepared to go to work.

When she walked across the courtyard, she noticed that Stanley had not left yet. He was sitting inside his black Bentley Arnage, waiting for her.