NovelEnglishThe car headlights went out.
Everything becclear again.
As soon as Xyla Quest lifted her head, Stanley Batton's black Bentley Arnage cinto her view. His car was right in front of her.
She saw that Stanley was sitting in the passenger seat with a gloomy face through the transparent windscreen, glaring coldly at her. Search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Stanley got out of the car before she could even react to his abrupt arrival.
After he got out of the car, Zack Cassidy motioned the other black-clad men to get off their respective cars and follow him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtChristopher Lancelot remained seated in his car with the car window halfway down. He propped his chin in his left palm while puffing at the cigarette, observing the group of men like a bystander. Xyla watched Stanley striding in her direction and stopped in front of her.
He glowered at Christopher before averting his wary gaze to their racing cars and Christopher's henchmen. Very soon, his gaze fell upon Xyla again. He coldly questioned her, "Is this why you disappeared for the whole day? Just to race with Christopher?" However, he noticed her puffy eyes in the very next second.
His heart softened at the sight of it; his eyes expressed his utter panic.
He immediately cupped her face with both of his hands and asked in a soft voice, "What happened to you? Hmm? Did you cry? Who bullied you? Hmm?" "You..." Xyla said.
At this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Countless questions were swimming in her head, and she needed answers.
Though she had found a perfect explanation for that recording, she was still unsure of her assumption.
What would Stanley tell her next? She did not know whether his answer was what she wanted to hear.
"Me? I spoil you, and I care for you every day. Have I ever bullied you? It seems like you're the one bullyingnow. Turning off your phone... Racing with sother guy at midnight behind my back..." Stanley gritted his teeth as he complained, his brows knitted in frustration.
Was she getting on his nerves? Yes, she certainly was.
Nevertheless, his rage and resentment vanished as soon as he saw her pitiful look.
Sometimes, he wondered if Xyla was his nemesis.
"Xyla, talk with him, okay? I'd better get going. Bye." Christopher cleared his throat.
Following that statement, he casually threw his cigarette aside, made a U-turn, and left the racing circuit in a blink of an eye.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTucker immediately hopped into the red Ferrari Xyla drove just now and floored the pedal.
The rest of Christopher's henchmen did the sand zoomed ahead, trying to catch up with their master.
Engine roars echoed in the racing circuit, and the pungent car exhaust polluted the air.
Xyla coughed uncomfortably, then cautiously looked at Stanley. "I have something to ask you..." The man's eyebrows were slightly raised. "What?" "Get in the car." Xyla pushed him away and got into his Bentley Arnage.
Stanley quickly followed suit and got into the car. He then stared athen attentively waiting for her to begin her story. "You... Are you suffering from a blood disease?" Xyla asked.
A glint of surprise flashed across Stanley's eyes. However, instead of ΟΠ answering her, her, the man lit a cigarette and took a long drag at it. It took him a while to reply to her unexpected question. "Yes. How did you know?" X
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