Ch. 101..110
Chapter 101
"Look for a place of around sixty to seventy square meters, and one at a lower price. It should preferably be away from central areas. A second-hand house works too," Stanley Batton said. "Fifth Master, don't you only purchase property in the golden zones?" Zack Cassidy felt that he no longer knew Fifth Master as well as he did before.
"Yeah," Stanley uttered.
"I'll get it done tomorrow," Zack said.
"Buy the house within a day and throw all the furniture away. I want them to be replaced with new ones, but they can't be from well-known brands," Stanley added.
"Yes, Fifth Master," Zack said.
"Make sure you disinfect the place inside and out for at least three times," Stanley said.
"Got it. Fifth Master, are you going to stay there?" Zack asked.
.." Stanley remained silent as he lit a cigarette and looked out at the city's busy view at night.
The smoke surrounding his fingers made them appear much longer and more elegant.
***
After Xyla Quest arrived home, she first walked out onto her balcony to look at the master bedroom. When she saw that the room was dark, she proceeded to put on a face mask and took a milk bath.
After that, she changed into a pink silk nightdress with straps before returning to her room.
After a long day, and after a comfortable bath, Xyla felt much more relaxed than before.
When she saw the black windbreaker on her bed, she could not help but recall how Stanley had walked away in the heavy snow without a care.
Xyla immediately felt a sense of warmth in her heart.
However, she very soon recollected herself and picked up the coat.
When her gaze landed upon the brand logo, she noticed that she had never seen this brand before. It was called 'House of Men'.
Xyla had previously thought that only good brands produced such high-quality clothing with excellent design and feel to the touch. She had not expected this coat to be from a random brand. Indeed, the designer of this brand was very talented. If he or she continued to do well, the brand might one day be a competitor to currently well-known brands like Armani, Versace, and the likes. Out of curiosity, Xyla searched for the brand on Baidu to find out who the designer behind House of Men was.
However, her search was not fruitful.
Xyla could not believe that the brand did not even have an online presence on Baidu.
Soon, Xyla began to feel sleepy. After carefully hanging the coat up, she lay in her bed.
***
After a good night's sleep, Xyla was woken up by her alarm at seven o'clock in the morning. Once she was done cleaning herself up, she walked directly over to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. "Come in..."
After hearing Jeremy Quest's voice, Xyla immediately pushed the door open and walked in.
Clearly, Jeremy had just gotten out of bed. Right then, he was practicing Tai Chi on the balcony. However, he did not look rested. Clearly, he did not sleep well the night before.
Xyla's heart went out to him.
Quickly, she walked up to Jeremy.
"Let's go out for a run, shall we? I'll accompany you," Xyla suggested.
It would be a good way to make him feel better.
"I'm happy with practicing Tai Chi," Jeremy said as he continued moving his body.
"Let's go out. It will be good to get some fresh air. Come on, Daddy?" Xyla held onto Jeremy's wrist gently while she spoke.
Unable to resist her charm, Jeremy gave in and chuckled helplessly.
"Okay..." Jeremy said.
After that, Xyla wrapped her hand around Jeremy's arm cheerfully while she led him out.
When they passed by the bed, Xyla noticed a piece of paper next to the bed on the bedside table.
The words 'Divorce Agreement' were clearly written on that piece of paper.
When Xyla first walked into the room, she had kept her eyes on her father. Therefore, she had not noticed it at all until now.
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Chapter 102
It seemed like Jeremy Quest was serious about getting a divorce despite how badly it hurt him.
Xyla Quest did not react to it as she continued to hold Jeremy's arm as they walked out the door.
After the snow from the night before, the courtyard was completely white.
The servants and bodyguards were occupied with clearing the snow.
After Xyla and her father greeted everyone, they proceeded to run out of the courtyard and continued along the pedestrian lane.
By then, most of the snow in the middle of the road had already melted away. However, the snow on both sides of the road had not completely melted yet, and sanitation workers were busy shoveling them aside.
Although the weather was cold, neither of them felt cold because they were exercising.
After running along the asphalt road for a few kilometers outside their house, the two leaned against a wilted cherry blossom tree to rest.
With their backs facing each other, they panted heavily. Their clothes were soaked all the way through.
"Now that you mention it, it really does feel good to run outside," Jeremy said.
"Yeah... Dad, are you feeling better now?" Xyla asked.
"Much better," he said.
"Do you really plan on getting a divorce?" Xyla asked.
"Yeah. I plan on giving her 200 million dollars and a house so that she will disappear from my world," Jeremy said as his face became sullen. It seemed as if his frown could never go away.
Xyla could feel how unwilling and hurt Jeremy was. Thus, she was starting to feel a little guilty. She wondered if her act of repeatedly causing these scenes in front of her father was the wrong thing to do.
If he did not know about any of it, he might still be his old happy self. However, Xyla did not have a choice. Her plans would only go smoothly once he found out about certain things.
If Xyla did not hold onto those grudges, she might have been able to tolerate all the pain she was going through for the sake of peace in the family.
However, there was no way she could do that now. What happened before had allowed her to see through too many things.
Sometimes, on top of not soliciting friendly treatment from others, forbearance would only make other people behave more harshly.
When a person appeared too much like a softy, he or she would only attract bullies.
However, if Xyla disregarded everything else and looked at this ordeal from a logical perspective, she believed her father was doing the right thing by leaving May Conner.
May was even willing to put their family business on the chopping block to get what she wanted. There was no telling what other horrible things this woman could do in the future.
Even so, the outcome might still change until the curtains came down. Xyla could not be too sure.
Therefore, she decided not to say anything and instead silently hugged Jeremy and patted him on the back.
"Alright, let's not talk about these unhappy things. Let's return home for a bath and have breakfast together," Xyla said.
"Okay," Jeremy answered.
***
At the same time, in Confinement Room 606 of the prison, May Conner and Emily Quest were given their task of the day by the superior officers, which involved handkerchief embroidery with the other female inmates.
They sat in rows of tens at a wide table. Everyone had an embroidery kit in front of them. They were focused on sewing flowery patterns and drawings according to the pictures.
While most of the female inmates had dozens of white silk handkerchiefs that needed to be sewn, in front of them, Emily and her mother had hundreds of them stacked before them.
Apart from Emily and May, everyone else seemed to be skilled at what they were doing.
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Chapter 103
To people like them who lived a pampered life of luxury, the art of embroidery was completely unfamiliar territory. They had never held a needle at home. If something was damaged, they would just throw it out, so there was no use for needles.
Needles punctured their fingers, and it was frightening to look at.
Out of carelessness, the needle on Emily's right hand once again pricked her left index finger.
As the stinging pain spread, the last of her patience was gone. She immediately threw the embroidery frame onto the ground, wailing and yelling, "Are we living in ancient times right now?
"To think handmade embroidery still exists! How would I know how to do it?! Is this torture? I'm a pregnant woman. What merits do they have for torturing me to death?
"Why did the others get so little handkerchiefs while we get so many? Did that sh*tty Xyla Quest bribe someone?
"Is Father really going to ignore this? And Brother Sullivan, why is he ignoring me? I'm pregnant with the Sullivan family's child!"
She was going mad. Ever since she got here, her mother and she had been doing work the whole time like they were the busiest people in the detention center.
On the first day, they had washed over a hundred sets of tableware and dozens of clothes.
The second day, they were forced to embellish so many handkerchiefs!
Besides this, they were also assigned to a huge detention cell with a group of fierce-looking and an unpleasant group of women.
This group of people showed both of them no respect. They wanted these women to help them with their embroidery, but none of them were willing.
Was the officer in charge of the detention center crazy? Why were they treating her this way? Weren't they afraid that she would take revenge on them once she got out? Didn't they know she was a young lady from a wealthy family?
"That's enough, what's with the ramblings? If you keep nagging, I'll rub your face on the floor and beat you to a pulp!" a bald inmate said coldly.
"Would you have the guts to?" Emily retorted.
"Why not? You must not know that I'm temporarily held here for murder. A murderer will have to die eventually, so do you think I'll be afraid of you?" The bald inmate shouted.
Emily immediately shrunk back as her heart beat faster. She could not afford to offend a death row prisoner.
"Do your embroidery properly! If you can't finish what's in front of you today, I'll beat you up so bad that no one will recognize you! I heard that you'd be getting married once you get out. Do you want to wear your wedding gown with a swollen face? Huh?"
The bald inmate continued to threaten as the others glared at Emily with bloodthirsty eyes.
Emily was furious, but she could only suppress it. After a deep breath, she picked up the handkerchief from the floor and continued working on it.
May shuddered. She looked at Emily and said, "That's enough dear, let's endure it for a bit. Everything will be fine once we get out." "Yeah..." Emily nodded firmly.
"I've already inquired. We'll be freed one day before your wedding so it's only just a few more days. Let's be patient," May added.
Emily nodded again. As she was distracted, the needle once again pricked deeply into her left thumb. Blood flowed immediately.
"Ah!" She quickly retracted her hand, braced the pain, and pulled out the needle. As she sucked her thumb, the strong taste of blood spread inside her mouth.
May's heart tightened painfully. She asked with reddened eyes, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Emily nodded. "I'm not okay... Mom, it really hurts."
"Endure it. Once we get out, let's deal with that b*tch Xyla Quest!" May gritted her teeth.
Having said that, she was suddenly hit hard on the back of her head.
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Chapter 104
May was seething. She turned to look at the bald inmate who had hit her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm hitting you, what else? You're imprisoned here, but you're still thinking of bullying others once you get out. You're obviously a vile person."
May wanted to retort, 'Are you any better?'
However, she managed to endure it as she turned away quietly to continue with her work.
"I've heard about you two. One is Xyla Quest's wretched stepmother; the other is her wretched half-sister.
"News about your family issues have even made it to us. Everyone says that both of you are the mastermind behind the rumor of Imperial Prime having defects.
"Bunch of dogsh*ts, not only are you unwilling to repent, but you're even trying to harm others!"
As she spoke, the bald inmate rolled up her sleeve and stood up, glaring ferociously at the mother-daughter pair as if she wanted to kill them.
"Why do you care about our family issues? Are you perhaps acquainted with Xyla Quest?" Emily felt her scalp prickle. She subconsciously shifted aside, stammering as she asked.
"I don't know her, but I saw her delicate face on the news. It's obvious that she's the type to be bullied by people like you. I'm annoyed, so I feel like fighting injustice!" As she spoke, the bald inmate lifted her leg and kicked both mother and daughter.
After that, the bald inmate straddled May and started slapping her continuously.
Her slaps were swift and loud. In a few seconds, May's face swelled up like a balloon.
Emily instantly yelled hysterically, "Help! Somebody!"
After that, she quickly grabbed the bald inmate's shirt collar, trying to pull the woman away.
However, she was unsuccessful. The bald inmate wouldn't budge!
The next instant, the bald inmate slapped Emily viciously across the face with the back of her hand. "It seems like you really want to attend your own wedding with a swollen face. Don't worry. I'll help you with that."
A second later, Emily fell to the floor after being struck, and blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She was furious and frustrated, wanting to get up and fight back. However, she realized that she had sprained her right wrist. Not only was she unable to move, but there was also a piercing pain. "Ahh!!" Emily yelped in pain as tears welled up in her eyes.
The bald inmate ignored her as she continued slapping May.
May was groaning in pain and shouting for help at the top of her lungs.
Soon, the metal door was opened.
A female prison guard stood at the door with a stern face and snapped, "Are you mad? Stop right now!"
The bald inmate finally stopped. She got up obediently before viciously spitting on Emily's face and then went back to her own spot.
Emily was disgusted and quickly tried to wipe her face with her right hand. Yet, the moment she lifted her hand, her scalp prickled from the pain.
Thus, she switched to her left hand and quickly wiped the saliva away.
While the spit was wiped away, that foul stench of the saliva remained, making her stomach hurl with disgust.
May climbed up crying as she looked at the correctional officer with an aggrieved expression. "Quick, switch us to someplace else. I can't take it anymore."
"Yeah. And my right hand seems to be broken. Hurry up and take me to a doctor," Emily said through tears.
"Enough nonsense and continue working!" The guard snapped coldly. Following a loud 'clang', the metal door was closed.
Both mother and daughter once again fell into the pits of despair.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? My right hand is broken, take me to a hospital this instant!"
Immediately, the tiny window on the door opened, and the correctional officer looked at her. "Get to work and stop making excuses! If you can't finish your tasks before dark, your work will be doubled tomorrow!"
Bam! The tiny window was closed, and the correctional officer disappeared completely.
"Get to work, or you'll get another beating!" the bald inmate snapped!
May quickly crawled over to Emily. Looking at her swollen wrist, she asked, "How is it? Is it really broken?"
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Chapter 105
Emily nodded. "I think so. I can't move it!"
"Get to work! You have to work even if your bones break!" the bald inmate spoke coldly again.
She despised people who bullied the weak. Once upon a time, she was forcefully taken by her factory manager again and again because she was weak. To keep her job, she stayed quiet the whole time.
And because she was easy to bully, the man got worse and even forcefully took her in front of her own daughter.
Her daughter went up to hit the man, but he pushed the child away. The child's head hit the door handle, and she ended up dying on the spot.
Because of this, she could not resist killing that son of a b*tch.
She hated trash who liked to bully others!
"Hurry up!!!" the bald inmate roared again.
Having just suffered damage, Emily dared not fight back. She obediently returned to her seat. She had just sat down when she felt something stab deeply into her right butt cheek. The severe pain immediately made her turn pale!
"Ahh!!" She immediately screamed and sprang up, turning to look at the place she was stabbed in.
There was a silver needle pierced deeply inside, with only a small portion left on the outside. A red thread used for embroidery was running through the eye of the needle. Emily immediately turned to look at the two women sitting on either side of her and bellowed, "Who was it? Confess now!"
"It was me... What are you going to do about it?" A cropped-hair inmate scoffed.
"How can you bully someone like this?" Emily wanted to murder them all and hang them on the city walls under the scorching sun for ten days!
"Is this called bullying? I can do worse." As she spoke, the cropped-hair inmate abruptly got up and strode into the toilet. She came back out with a pail of cold water. The next instant, she swiftly poured the cold water onto May's and Emily's beds.
"Are you mental? It's winter now, are you trying to freeze us to death?" Emily roared again. Veins were popping in her neck.
"That's right!" The cropped-hair inmate scoffed.
"Sit back down this instant and get to work! Otherwise, I'll kill you!" The bald inmate simply walked over and viciously grabbed Emily's long hair ferociously.
Putting aside how her butt and wrist hurt, even if she was fine, sitting here on such a cold winter's day was enough torture.
However, due to the bald inmate's authority, Emily could only endure the pain and sit on the ice-cold bed to continue with her embroidery.
Whenever she moved, the pain in her wrist would shoot up to her brain, but she could only grit her teeth and bear it. There was no outlet for her grievance. The icy chill slowly spread throughout her body. She started shivering from the cold.
May's heart ached terribly. She couldn't resist slamming on the door madly and yelling, "Is someone there? Save my daughter! Save us!"
However, there was no response. Having been a rich lady for so many years, she always ordered people around-no matter where she was always on top.
But at this moment, everything was different. In this place, she had experienced what it means to cry out to the heavens and earth to no avail.
Hell was just a momentary slip away from heaven.
Xyla Quest, you b*tch! I definitely won't let you off!
She slammed at the door for a long time, but no one responded to her. She started crying in despair.
The bald inmate rushed over to her, looking annoyed. She viciously tugged May's hair and dragged her back to her bed. During the entire journey, May kept struggling and yelling hysterically. However, it was futile. The woman was strong as a bull, and May couldn't compete.
Soon, she was tossed onto the ice-cold bed.
The bald inmate ordered harshly, "Get to work, now! If you keep screaming, I'll kill you both!"
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Chapter 106
In the evening, the setting sun dyed Atlantis gold.
The sun set and the world was cold once again.
X Entertainment's building was dazzling brightly in the sunset.
Inside the warm office, after Xyla had finished her work today, she once again reserved a private room at With-you Western Restaurant and then informed Five Batton through WeChat.
Next, she simply touched up her makeup and let her hair down.
The gentle large black curls paired with a natural makeup made her look like a goddess.
Her clean white shirt, paired with light blue cropped pants, and a light blue woolen coat, accentuated her divine temperament.
The pair of silver strappy heels on her feet highlighted her fair legs and slender ankles.
***
On the other side, inside the wine cellar of the three-story Garden Mansion, Stanley, Henry, Sebastian, and Gary were perched in front of a rosewood counter. Each man had a glass of rich red wine in front of them.
The wine cellar behind them was about two hundred square meters wide. Various expensive red wines of different years and different brands laid on the premium wine rack made from rosewood. The dim lighting inside the wine cellar accentuated Stanley's cold temperament.
Henry, Sebastian, and Gary were drinking, but only his wine was untouched as he focused on reading the WeChat message Xyla had sent him.
A striking white shirt and black slacks highlighted his chiseled features.
"I say, Old Fifth, you're not touching my million dollar wine but only focusing on your phone. What gives? Is there a flower blooming inside your phone?" Sebastian glanced at his phone out of curiosity. When he saw the word 'Xyla', he immediately understood. He quickly turned to their two other confused friends and said, "Chicks over bros again."
"Carry on. I'll take my leave now." Stanley swiftly jumped off the barstool. He put on his black suit coat and placed his phone on the inner pocket of his coat.
His actions were done in one smooth action like he was the leading male character of a movie.
"Where are you going?" asked Gary.
"To keep my wife company," he replied faintly before walking away.
Henry crossed his legs with one arm casually supporting him on the bar counter as he watched Stanley leave. "Old Fifth, can we not just keep our wives company?" There was no response.
"F*ck, I really want to know what did our sister-in-law drug him with." Henry pressed the base of the wine glass gently before pushing it back and forth as he spoke. "That face is the drug," said Sebastian.
"That's true. Little sister-in-law is definitely the gang leader in the world of beauties. If you give me a babe like that, I will do the same." Having said that, Henry took a small sip of his wine. "That's enough. It's not like we don't know your character." Sebastian couldn't help taking a jab at him.
Henry was speechless from the attack.
***
After Stanley exited the door, he went straight to a black Bugatti Veyron.
He did not get in immediately but stood beside the car and glanced at it.
After that, he took out his phone and called Zack. "Help me buy a car that's worth under five hundred thousand dollars."
Then, he hung up and drove away.
The Bugatti Veyron stopped steadily at the basement parking lot of With-you Western Restaurant.
He was about to get out when the passenger seat door opened, and a beautiful woman with thick makeup got in.
The strong smell of COCO Mademoiselle perfume instantly diffused through the car.
"Hey hunk, my car's broken. Can you give me a lift?" As she spoke, she started seductively drawing circles on the back of his hand that was still on the steering wheel with her red manicured nails. Stanley frowned icily without even sparing her a glance. He immediately withdrew his hand and took out a piece of antibacterial wet tissue to wipe his hand. "Scram!"
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Chapter 107
He had seen too many women who proactively court men who drove luxurious cars.
Stunned by his aura, the flirtatious smile on the beautiful woman's face froze.
However, she was reluctant to give up. Such a wealthy and magnificent man was every girl's dream!
If she could capture his heart, she would be set for the rest of her life.
"Don't be that way, Handsome, give me a hand," the beauty said coquettishly.
He remained apathetic. Without another word, he quietly took out a pair of white medical gloves from the dashboard, got out swiftly, pulled the passenger car door open, and pulled the woman out.
After that, he removed the gloves and tossed them into the trash can together with the antibacterial wipe.
Everything was done swiftly.
Subsequently, he turned to leave. The beauty was exasperated as she kept stomping her feet. "What gives? Am I, Fanny Mitchell, poisonous? Why do you have to wear gloves to touch me? What a weirdo!" Having said that, she rolled her eyes.
Stanley proceeded to enter the restaurant.
Upon entry, he had attracted countless gazes of the patrons inside. The women got excited and started discussing if he was a celebrity and whether he was from Country Z or Country H.
However, no matter how heated the gazes around him were, he paid them no mind and spared them not even a glance.
When Xyla entered the restaurant, she coincidentally saw Stanley about to go upstairs.
She quickly jogged over and smiled. "I thought I was early, but who knew that you are just as early as me."
There were still twenty minutes left until the appointed time.
"Yeah." He stopped, answering faintly.
His cold gaze inadvertently fell on her right leg, noticing that her shoelace was undone. Then, he squatted down to tie the loose lace.
This scene was as captivating as the classic scenarios in romantic dramas.
Everyone in the hall was stunned. All the women felt their scalps prickle from the sweetness as envy filled their eyes.
Xyla's heart immediately squeezed. She took a step back, smiling as she said, "Thank you."
"No need," he replied faintly as he got up and turned to walk ahead.
Xyla followed closely behind him.
"He doesn't care how many people are looking at him but would only look her in the eye and give only that woman his attention. I'm jealous!" "Oh my god! That girl is so lucky!"
"Stop being envious. We don't deserve to be envious of that young woman with our looks."
The women in the restaurant broke out into discussions. Everyone wished they were the girl that the cool and handsome young man had helped with tying her laces.
"Holy sh*t... Assistant Cassidy, what did I just see? Who am I? Where am I?" A middle-aged man donned in a full black suit with a buzzcut was frozen at the spot. He looked like he had seen a ghost as he watched the couple.
Zack was stunned as well before slowly shaking his head.
"Our president, who's a millennium iceberg, had actually tied a woman's shoelaces! Am I dreaming?" The startled expression lingered on the middle-aged man's face.
"You're not dreaming."
"Since I'm not dreaming, why did he do that? Wasn't he gay?"
"Who said he was gay?" Zack looked confused.
"Previously, many women at the company had thrown themselves at him but each one of them got banned and was chased out. Would a straight man do something like that?" the buzzcut man added.
"That makes sense. Manager Warner, didn't you say you wanted to discuss some issues in your sales department over dinner? Let's get back to business." As he spoke, Zack swiftly went over to their reserved seats beside the window and sat down.
***
After Xyla and Stanley entered the private room, they both sat at two ends of the table, respectively.
Chapter 108
Chapter 108
The dining table was covered with a snow-white silk cloth. Several stalks of white roses were displayed in the center of the table.
Pure white tassels hung at the ends of the tablecloth, showing luxury in simplicity.
Under the illumination of the magnificent chandelier, everything seemed perfect. The strong fragrance of roses in the air calmed one's spirits.
After placing their orders, both individuals removed their coats and hung them at the back of their chairs, leaving only their shirts.
Both were dressed in white. They felt more like a couple now.
"Have you memorized what I taught you yesterday? Have you forgotten them?" Xyla initiated the conversation.
"Yeah," he replied faintly, toying with a black mirror finish lighter in one hand.
His fingers were extremely nimble. No matter how he toyed with it, the lighter never fell.
Since he had exceptionally slender and charming fingers, his playing with the lighter attracted more attention. It was a seemingly ordinary lighter, but it seemed more expensive than its worth when he toyed it in his hand.
For a brief moment, Xyla was lost in a daze as she watched.
He looked calmly at her before snapping his fingers at her. "What are you thinking about?"
Then, Xyla regained her senses. She looked at his incredibly charming face and simply changed the subject. "I'll now brief you on my family's situation. My father is a very healthy man, but he has gastroenteritis regulated by taking medicine all year long.
"My stepmother has a cold constitution like me, but her condition is even more severe. She, too, is regulating it by taking medicine constantly.
"Although I know you'll be able to tell, I still wanted to brief you on it. I assume that Emily would quiz you on them to see if you're lying," Xyla added.
"Okay."
"As for Tom Sullivan, who will soon marry Emily, he doesn't have any illness and has always been in great health.
"Tom's mother and sister are healthy as well. Besides his legs being disabled, his older brother, Julian Sullivan, doesn't have any other illness. His father has diabetes," Xyla continued to brief him seriously.
"Oh."
"Did you remember them all?"
"Yeah."
Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt. As they talked, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was a WeChat message from Zack.
"Fifth Master, I've purchased the house for you and had it cleaned and decorated according to your instructions. Shall I pass you the keys tomorrow?"
Stanley did not reply but placed the phone faced-down as he looked at her again.
"Oh, right. I forgot to bring your clothes. Are you free tomorrow night? If you are, I'll return it to you when we meet."
"Sure."
"Let's finish up early today. The mall will be closing at ten, so let's head over to the mall around nine." Xyla's voice was tender as usual.
"What for?" He raised an eyebrow, staring curiously at Xyla's face.
"I want to buy you a suit to wear at her wedding," answered Xyla.
"Oh."
Vrrt, vrrt. His phone vibrated again.
It was a WeChat message from Sharon. 'I saw an amazingly handsome male suit at Cosmos International. Come over and try it out! And keep me company while you're at it. I'm so bored by myself QAQ.' Stanley typed a reply without hesitation. 'I'm not free.'
'Why? You're busy with work again, aren't you? Are you a workaholic?'
'Keeping your daughter-in-law company.' After that, Stanley glanced casually at Xyla.
Xyla had her head lowered, holding her phone while she communicated with Georgie on X Entertainment matters. She looked serious.
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Chapter 109
'Ooh, then don't come over. I'm suddenly not bored, and I don't need anyone's company.'
After that, the other party sent an emoji of a girl laughing hysterically.
***
At nine pm.
Right on the dot, Xyla led Stanley into Atlantis City's shopping haven, Goldfield Plaza.
Even at this hour, the mall was packed with people, making it extremely lively.
However, no matter how huge the crowd was, they were still the most striking existences among the others. Like two dazzling diamonds, they caught everyone's eye.
When the two reached the entrance, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and had a name tag that read 'General Manager', hurried over to them.
On the top left corner of the words 'General Manager', was Goldfield Plaza's logo.
When the man saw Stanley, he was about to bow in greeting.
Instead, Stanley shook his head subtly.
The man immediately understood and stopped. He took in a deep breath and then walked past Stanley.
Xyla noticed none of this. Her eyes darted over to the various makeup brands and jewelry brands on the first floor after she entered.
However, they were here today to buy Stanley some clothes, so she had to suppress her urges to browse around. They got onto the elevator and went straight for the men's section on the fifth floor.
On the fifth floor, they first entered Versace's official store. Although there was still some time until spring, the store had started displaying their designs for next season. Everything in the spring collection caugh her fancy.
"Do you see anything you like?" Xyla asked as she led him around.
"As long as you like it," he said.
There were a lot of female customers in Versace's official store. The moment they caught sight of Stanley, their eyes lit up.
It was the same for the female sales attendants.
After rounding the store once, Xyla turned to the beautiful sales attendant behind her and pointed at the racks' clothes. "This one... that one... and that one... and that one the model's wearing. Let him try them all."
The beautiful sales attendant nodded happily. She gathered all the clothes before leading Stanley into the changing room.
Meanwhile, Xyla sat on the black leather sofa, flipping through the brand's magazine as she waited for him.
"Miss, I think your boyfriend spoils you a lot." The sales attendant in charge of gathering their clothes earlier came over with a bright smile. "He would wear whatever you tell him to wear." "Right? Mine would never be this obedient." A middle-aged woman fully dressed in branded clothing came over, smiling as she spoke.
Xyla smiled back at them but gave no reply. She continued burying her head into the magazine.
Spoil?
Perhaps he felt that it was embarrassing to choose anything because he was not the one paying.
A few minutes later, Stanley came out in a black tuxedo. Matched with a white shirt on the inside and a black tie, he looked as dignified as every young girl's dream prince.
This set of clothes also appeared in the magazine Xyla was holding. She had thought that the model wore it well, but now she realized that compared to Stanley wearing it, the model was nothing. "Wow... So handsome!"
"Right? I think I'm going blind from the handsomeness!" Two female sales attendants were fawning over Stanley as they praised.
Stanley ignored them and simply walked over to Xyla, asking faintly, "Does it look good?"
Xyla nodded. "Yeah. Exceptionally good. Go and try on the others."
He said nothing else but turned quietly and returned to the changing room.
Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Next, Stanley tried out another two sets of outfits. Each set on him made him look like a poster model.
The sales attendants' praises never stopped while the male customers simply bought the same design he was wearing after seeing him try it out. Soon, it was down to the last set.
Stanley swiftly changed and came out of the dressing room.
The last set was a dark blue suit paired with a white inner shirt and cropped pants that showed his ankles.
The fitted cutting showcased his perfect proportions distinctly, elongating his legs.
"This set is nice too!" Xyla was stunned.
This set was perhaps the best one out of the ones he had tried.
"Is that so? Do you like this set then?" He strode over to her and asked.
"This set... I actually like the others as well." Xyla was mildly troubled. After pondering for a few seconds, she waved at the sales attendant. "I want all of them."
After that, she turned to him and said, "Wear this on the day of the wedding. You can wear the other three on regular days. Go and get changed."
He said nothing but quietly returned to the changing room.
When the mall's general manager passed by the store and witnessed this scene, he was utterly baffled.
After changing back into his clothes, Stanley followed Xyla out of the store.
As they walked side by side, Xyla looked down at the time. There was half an hour left until the mall closed.
"Let's go and look at some accessories and cosmetics." She wanted to buy some accessories to wear at Emily's wedding and then a few more lipsticks. She had many loves, and lipsticks were one of them.
"Sure," he said.
Downstairs, Xyla had first bought two necklaces. After that, she started browsing lipsticks at various large cosmetic brands.
Whichever shop she visited, she would buy a few while he quietly accompanied her the whole journey, never saying any more than necessary.
"Do you really like buying this?" he asked, and then taking the shopping bags filled with lipsticks for her like it was only natural.
"Yeah." Xyla nodded.
He said nothing but took out his phone to open up WeChat and tapped open his chatroom with Zack.
After quickly typing a few words, he put the phone back into his pocket.
As they talked, Xyla had entered YSL...
She quickly tried on a few lipsticks and immediately bought three.
The minute her payment was done, a sales assistant came over with a smile. "Miss, congratulations on becoming our store's lucky customer for today. You can bring home two large lipstick gift boxes with a hundred lipsticks in each box!"
Xyla's eyes widened with disbelief. "Really?"
Having purchased lipsticks for so many years, it was her first time meeting a situation like this. She had never even heard that brands like these had such events.
"It's true. This is the first year of our event... It only happens once a year, and today, your luck seems to be over the roof!" the sales attendant added.
"Thank you!" Xyla was overjoyed.
For a lipstick maniac, it was like the sky was raining lipsticks. How exhilarating!
The smile on her face became even more dazzling.
Watching her smile, his lips curved upward slightly. "Are you happy?"
Xyla nodded firmly.
"Miss, please give us your address, and we'll send the parcel to your residence later." The sales attendant presented her with a pen and paper. Xyla immediately wrote down her name, contact number, and address on the paper.
After that, she left the store with Stanley.
"Who was it that made us use such a method to give out lipsticks as a gift?" The sales attendant wondered out loud.