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Jeremy Quest could not be bothered to respond to May Conner. Instead, he continued to look at Xyla
Quest affectionately. “Xyla, go to bed. Oh, right. I have already transferred Emily’s five percent of
shares to your account.”
“Okay. Thank you, Dad.” Xyla chuckled as she stood on her tiptoes to give Jeremy a peck on his
cheek. After that, she exhaustedly made her way upstairs.
After Jeremy glared at his wife and younger daughter, he walked upstairs in a huff.
“If Xyla Quest continues to stay in the limelight, the Quest family’s business will really end up in her
hands!” Emily said frantically.
“Therefore, we must do something more extreme to her.” May had a cunning look on her face.
“I asked you to check on something before. How is it going?” May asked.
“I’m still looking into it.”
***
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Fifth Master, these are the receipts from Master Armstrong, Master Lakes, and Master Brenand.”
Buried in a deep pile of work in front of his high-class desk made of Narra wood, Stanley Batton slowly
lifted his head to look at Zack Cassidy.
Zack carefully pushed his golden-framed glasses up his nose-bridge before quickly placing a bunch of
receipts on the desk.
“Why did they give me this?” Stanley frowned.
“They probably wanted to show you proof that they bought the buildings,” Zack answered respectfully.
“Throw them away.”
“Yes.” Zack nodded.
“This is the contract we signed for purchasing the property, along with the receipt. Please have a look.”
Zack placed a thick, red folder in front of Stanley.
“Got it. You may go out now.”
After finishing his sentence, Stanley Batton shifted his gaze to his phone to continue reading a news
article about the launch of Imperial Prime. When he made it to the end, he smiled a little. There was a
look of approval in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the city lights behind him shone brightly through the French window. Atlantis seemed as
bright as the sun from this viewpoint. However, regardless of how pretty the scene looked, it would only
ever serve as a backdrop in Stanley’s eyes.
***
After an exhausting day, Xyla sank comfortably into her warm bubble bath and placed a moisturizing
face mask over her face.
Once she was done with the bath, she lay down on her bed before taking her phone out and opening
WeChat. Subconsciously, her gaze landed upon her conversation with Five Batton. However, the last
message that came into view was still the previous message she sent, asking him to give her his bank
account number.
After such a long time, he still had not replied to her. Xyla could not help but murmur to herself, “This
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmperson is really weird.”
Closely after that, she sent him another text. “???? Bank account number.”
However, he still did not respond.
Xyla frowned slightly. Weren’t most people who owed money these days usually older men? Why were
things reversed in her case?
As a debtor, Xyla wondered why she needed to run after her creditor to pay the money back. Did this
person hate money?
After murmuring to herself, Xyla sent Stanley another text message. “Hey, are you there?”
After approximately five minutes, the man replied, “You don’t have to.”
Xyla was now feeling a little unhappy. “Why? Didn’t we agree on this?”
“You were the one who gave me five hundred thousand dollars in the first place.”
“That was a payment for you to keep what happened between us a secret.”
“You don’t have to” he replied.
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