NovelEnglishXyla Quest logged onto her QQ Mailbox and clicked on the anonymous email.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to track its IP address.
She found the IP address in the very next second.
However, it was located in the middle of the sea.
She knew that it was a fake IP address. Without wasting any more ton it, she kept on typing to crack the code, going the extra mile to search for the real IP address.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter going through series after series of codes, Xyla finally found the email's actual IP address.
It was from a neighborhood downtown called Fishy Hollow. Block 12, room 706, opposite Fishy Hollow InteCafe.
Xyla raised her brows satisfactorily before shutting down her laptop. She then got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She started retching again when she brushed her teeth, throbbing pain in her stomach following soon after.
However, she did not take it seriously. She thought she was too hungry.
After a quick wash, she put on sskincare products and went downstairs.
The sunlight poured through the window and lit up the living room.
A faint sweet smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air.
Xyla immediately followed the smell and walked into the kitchen.
Ron Batton and Stanley Batton were pacing up and down the kitchen, working their tails off to prepare a delicious meal for her.
Ron put on a pair of thick gloves before carefully taking a tray of freshly baked croissants out of the oven. Stanley was standing next to him with a large plate in his palms.
After placing the baking tray on the stove, Ron used a clean cooking tong to transfer the croissants onto the large plate one by one.
The sweet smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between the two reminded Xyla of the good old days. Xyla snuck up behind them and poked her head out to steal a glance at the plate. "Wow, the croissants look so good!" "Grandpa knows that you like croissants, so he got up early in the morning to make them for you," Stanley said. Xyla was extremely touched that he remembered it. "Thanks, Grandpa." Ron dotingly stroked her hair. "Silly girl, we're family. By the way, Stan has toldwhat happened last night. Xyla, why didn't you just askthe truth?" Speaking of last night, Xyla instantly clutched Ron's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I promise that I won't do this again. I'll cto you if I face any problem." Ron nodded. "Alright, let's have breakfast. Two of you must be really hungry." "Give it to me. I'll take it to the dining table." Xyla extended her hand, intending to take the plate from Stanley. Nonetheless, Ron grabbed her wrist. "Let the man do the job. That's what he's supposed to do. All you need to do is to be the little princess of our family.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"In the Batton family, the men cook. It's our responsibility," Ron added.
Once again, Xyla was touched.
With that, Stanley left the kitchen with the plate of croissants.
Ron held Xyla's hand and led her to the dining room.
Then, the three of them found a seat each and sat down around the table.
In addition to the croissants, there were also fruit salad, sunny-side-up eggs, and bacon sandwiches on the table. They were all prepared by Ron and Stanley. Each of them looked appetizing.
"Stan, have you found out who lied to Xyla?" Ron picked up the knife and fork. He took a bite of the sunny-side-up eggs while questioning Stanley. "Not yet. It's difficult to track the IP address," Stanley answered.
"I've found out where it is. I was going to tell you just now. This guy lives in the neighborhood opposite of Fishy Hood InteCafe. Building 12, room 706," Xyla said casually. Search The Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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