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“Yeah… Xyla, Stan, your aunt is a little unwell, so I’ll be keeping her company. If there’s nothing you
guys need, go on ahead and enjoy yourselves, there’s no need to mind us,” said Jeremy.
“Alright, Dad, you and Aunty take care of your health,” said Xyla.
After that, she turned to leave, tugging the man beside her along. Back inside the car, Xyla’s phone
vibrated. Seeing that it was a call from Georgie, Xyla put on her headset to answer the call as she
started the car.
As she turned the car around, she asked, “What’s up, Georgie?”
“President Xyla, Tom has proposed a divorce with Emily, and he was very firm on the decision,”
reported Georgie.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtXyla smiled. “A divorce?”
“Yeah… I went to the detention center to take care of something and heard it from the people there,”
Georgie added.
Although it was within her expectations, she still felt great when she heard it.
“Got it,” said Xyla.
After that, she ended the call, stepped on the gas pedal, and the red Maserati sped away.
Stanley was quietly smoking beside her the whole time without saying anything. His existence was
hard to ignore, as usual.
Once home, Xyla was exhausted as she took off her high heels and simply sat on the sofa. God knew
just how tired Xyla was from the homecoming banquet until now.
Toot, toot, toot.
Stanley was about to sit down when his phone rang. It was a call from Sharon. He glanced faintly at
Xyla before turning to walk over to the french windows. “What is it?”
“Make a trip home. There’s an emergency.”
“Okay.”
He hung up and turned to look at Xyla. “I have some matters to take care of, so I’m heading out.”
“Go on…” Xyla nodded, lifting her head to let her eyes meet his cold gaze.
Sunlight shone in from behind him. Standing there with the backlit glow, the man was radiant and
captivating. He said nothing but turned to leave.
After Stanley had left, Xyla called Lana and requested her to interfere with Emily’s case. No matter who
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmpleaded, they were not to reduce Emily’s sentence.
Lana agreed immediately. Xyla casually chatted with her for a bit before hanging up.
Next, Lana sent her a WeChat message. “Xyla, there’s a fashion show in Atlantis in three days. Will
you go with me? My friends happened to be busy, and so is my husband. I don’t want to go alone…”
“Sure.” Xyla smiled.
“Great, that’s a promise then. Don’t worry. I’ll tell my husband about Emily’s case and get him to pass
on a severe sentence. No one can plead to help her,” said Lana.
Her attorney general husband was a remarkably powerful man. If he were to interfere, forget the Quest
family, even the Sullivan family would not be able to help.
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