Stanley Batton snapped his phone shut and focused on marinating the steak. On the other hand, Sebastian Brenand and the guys continued teasing Stanley in the group for quite some time before they gradually calmed themselves down and discussed their gathering later in the evening. ***In the blink of an eye, the twilight faded to darkness and it was already night-time. Xyla Quest, who had finished her dinner, returned to her room.After putting on light makeup, she headed to the cloakroom and picked a black, polka dot knee-length dress, matching it with a snow white suit. Subsequently, she put on wine red stilettos and carried a black Chanel handbag. Satisfied with her own outfit, she left the house and walked to her car. She began to feel nervous as soon as she got into the car. While she was starting the car engine, she peeked at the clock and it showed seven o’clock sharp. This meant she would be meeting her husband in an hour. Would their negotiation go well today?

The more Xyla Quest thought about it, the angrier she felt. Apart from that, she felt even more ridiculous of herself, being kept in the dark for such a long time.From Stanley Batton’s point of view, he must have thought it was funny to make a fool out of her, right?She could not believe that Stanley could lie to her without blinking an eye. Was there anything that he could not do?She did not know if she could trust anything he had said to her before. Which of them were truths? How many lies were there?Noticing the changes in Xyla’s expression, Stanley rubbed his forehead helplessly for a second before he walked up to her, both his hands clasped firmly on her shoulders. “I can explain. Just give me ten minutes.”“What have you got to say for yourself? You’ve been making a monkey out of me all this while! If Grandpa doesn’t set up the meeting for us today, how long are you going to hide the truth from me?”Her first instinct told her that he must be doing this for some purpose

Xyla Quest shook her head. “I don’t know. Speaking of which, which room is empty? I need some sleep to put my mind at ease. I’ll get back to you on that after I wake up.”Georgie Clementine did not say anything else. She simply held Xyla’s right hand in her own before leading her to an empty guest room and stopping in front of the door. “You can sleep here tonight. There are pajamas and some brand new bras inside the closet. Feel free to wear them.”Xyla nodded her head in response. “Thanks, Georgie.”Then, Georgie pushed open the door and turned on the lights. “Go to bed now and stop thinking about it. Call me if you need anything, alright?” “Okay. If he calls you to ask about my whereabouts, please tell him that you have no idea.” Xyla reminded her before she sank onto the bed. She refused to see him at the moment. All she wanted to do was to calm herself down and leave everything behind. “Although your post-surgery recovery is going really well, you still need to have enoug

Though Xyla Quest knew that Stanley Batton was a liar who could not be trusted at all, her heart softened right away as she looked at him. The exhaustion on his face was real, and so were the red veins in his eyes. For a moment, she hesitated to chase him out of the room. That would be too mean to him.“First of all, I apologize for lying to you. Let me introduce myself first. I’m Stanley Batton, and the Dragon Group belongs to my family.”“I’m the fifth born in my family. Besides, I’m the President, as well as the heir, of the domestic Dragon Group.” He recounted, the seriousness in his tone retained with each word he spoke. Upon hearing that, Xyla was completely shocked… He was the young master of the Dragon Group? The young master with God-like existence in the eyes of the citizens? The husband who she agreed to marry that time was such a remarkably successful person in real life?As for her master, he was related to Dragon Group too? Ron Batton?No wonder her master had

Even until now, Xyla Quest still found it unrealistic that the man she fell in love with just happened to be her husband. “Look… I really can’t have them. I’m not short on money.”“Yes, you are.”“I told you I’m not.”“That’s it. I assume you are. Just keep properly what’s given to you, okay? Stop being so dumb and silly.” insisted Stanley Batton assertively, though his tone remained gentle as usual.Xyla scowled with dissatisfaction. “Excuse me? Who’s dumb and silly?”“You.”“You’re the one who’s dumb, okay?” Xyla refused to comply with him. “All the stuff that I mentioned just now will be yours by noon today. You can do whatever you want with them.”“You’re just like an insolent fellow.” She had never seen anyone like him, forcing her to receive the gifts without even caring about her opinion. As she spoke, her stomach started rumbling. The aromas of food wafting through the air, all the way from the kitchen into her nose, making her feel extremely hungry. Embarrasse