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Chapter 331

Beep beep...

When he was about to step out and enter the door, a car horn was heard from behind.

Stanley Batton slightly furrowed his brows and turned to look backwards.

The only thing he saw behind him was a black Bentley Arnage.

The car window was rolled down quickly. Fred Thomson stuck his head out and looked at him with a friendly look. "Handsome guy, I am Director Fred Thomson. I wonder if you're interested in having a conversation in my car? I think that your looks are very suitable for my television series that I'm preparing for."

Stanley snorted coldly and slightly raised his dashing eyebrows.

He did not expect Fred to come to his doorstep without him looking for him specially.

It was like help from heaven.

He did not say a word, only walked slowly to the other side and got into the car. He then fastened his seat belt.

"You look really handsome. If you can be my male lead, you can surely rise to the top in the circle with just a leap." Fred said while smiling.

This face before his eyes was said to be the one and only.

He had seen so many handsome men since he worked in the entertainment circle. However, not a single one of them was better-looking than him.

If he had to find one in the circle who could contend with him, it would only be Josh Batton, whom he was constantly thinking about, but could never get his hands on...

However, he felt that Josh was slightly inferior if compared to him.

According to his aesthetic standards, this man could be said as the one and only.

Although the one before him looked very cold, he liked him very much.

What was the point of always playing with meek ones? You would only feel the thrill when you change your taste.

At this very moment, he started to imagine him pressing this handsome guy before him in bed while torturing him hard.

It must be very thrilling.

"Director, where should we have a conversation?" Stanley went straight to the point.

"You asked a very good question. I think that it is not very convenient in the car. How about I book a room in a hotel and we can talk slowly? If we are outside, I'm afraid that the reporters will see us, it's very annoying..." Fred explained.

"Alright." Stanley replied without a second thought.

Then, he lit a cigarette and even smoked by himself.

The smoke lingered around the space. His cold eyes were slightly squinted, it was as if there was a deep icy pond beneath his eyes, nobody could read his mind.

Fred totally did not expect all of these could happen so smoothly.

At this moment, he was on cloud nine.

He immediately accelerated his car and brought him straight to the Hilton Hotel in the city centre.

After he booked a room, he brought Stanley straight into the room.

He booked a luxurious room with a huge bed, the decor of the interior was exquisite and spotless.

Once Fred entered the room, he pulled Stanley in and could not wait to let him sit on the bed. He then said, "You sit here for a while, I'll get you a glass of water and we'll talk while we drink." "Just pour two glasses, you'll drink with me." Stanley said.

Fred heard what he said and stood up happily right away. "Alright, I'll go now..."

He felt very thrilled at the thought of him getting in bed with a top-class handsome guy soon.

He went straight into the pantry at the side. He took two blue-and-white porcelain mugs, poured two cups of warm water and quickly added one white effervescent tablet into one of the cups. The effervescent tablet dissolved in an instant and disappeared completely.

This was his secret drug. With just one tablet, the consumer could straightaway fall in deep slumber for a whole day and night.

He could torture him in any way he wanted.

Holding two cups in his hands, he could not wait to return to Stanley's side. Then, he passed the drugged water to him. "Please drink... some warm water."

Stanley smiled. "Hmm, we're not in a hurry... Can you pull the curtains? I think the light is too glaring."

Fred thought to himself, 'Since I will have to pull the curtains later.' He then put his cup onto the nightstand, straightaway got up, headed to the windows and prepared to pull the curtains. Stanley snorted coldly. He quickly took a small white tablet from his pocket and threw it into the cup...

The next second, the tablet dissolved quickly.

Right at this moment, the curtains were closed. Fred grinned while returning to his side. He asked, "Didn't you ask for water? Why didn't you drink yet?"

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Stanley Batton raised his arm, lifted his cup and invited him for a clink.

Fred Thomson immediately took his cup and clinked it with his. "Me too."

Then, he naturally drank a sip of water.

Stanley casually glanced at his Adam's apple that was moving up and down. Then, he brought the cup to his lips and pretended to drink water.

Fred saw that and smiled with satisfaction.

He only needed a sip of this water, there was no need for too much of it.

Stanley slowly moved the cup away from his lips. He held the cup with both of his hands and looked at him. "What is the television series that you were talking about?" Fred said, "Oh... A period drama."

After he finished his sentence, Fred started to feel his whole body burning and getting weaker...

A strong and familiar desire aroused in his body.

This feeling was too similar to yesterday's.

The most terrifying thing was that his desire seemed stronger than yesterday.

He immediately sensed something wrong. He put on an icy look and panted while pointing at Stanley. He asked, "You... What have you done to me? What are you trying to do?" Stanley snorted coldly. Then, he stood up slowly, pulled his black overcoat and flicked the dust on his shoulders, not knowing when it landed there.

Fred's sixth sense told him that this current situation was far from good.

This man before him was definitely not that simple.

He wanted to leave at that moment....

But he totally did not have the strength to do so.

***

On the other side, Xyla Quest felt hungry after she scrolled through her Weibo and glanced at the time.

By counting the time, it had almost been an hour since Five Batton left.

Logically speaking, he should have come back by now.

Although the breakfast place on the opposite was full of people and sometimes a short wait was needed, he did not have to be this long, right? She immediately found her phone records and dialed his number.

However, that side of his phone was unavailable.

She felt that he must be coming back soon and waited for him patiently...

However, another hour passed but he still had not returned.

She started to feel that something was wrong. Her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. She straightaway called him once more.

This time, his phone was shut down.

Xyla immediately called the people outside, "Anyone?"

In an instant, two men in black walked to her together. A man in black asked, "Miss Xyla, may I know what are your orders?"

"Quickly go to Morning Glory on the opposite to check whether Five Batton is there. If he isn't, check the surveillance camera of the hospital's entrance and the breakfast place. Search for his whereabouts, I'm afraid that something has happened to him." Xyla said.

He was one of the backstreet guys, he must have had a lot of enemies.

Had any backstreet guy not lived on the edge? It was normal for them to be murdered by enemies.

The more she thought, the more she panicked.

He had helped her so many times, she did not hope for something to happen to him.

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The two men in black heard what she said and suddenly became nervous. They said in unison, "Yes, Miss!"

Then, both of them brought more than ten people and quickly hurried downstairs.

***

At the same time, at the police station.

Stanley Batton and Fred Thomson were brought together into the interrogation room.

The face of the superintendent who had already been waiting there turned cold when he saw Stanley.

He ordered his subordinate officers to turn off the surveillance camera right away.

He then quickly walked to Fred and nodded politely.

Then, the superintendent looked at the two officers behind Fred coldly. "Why can't you untie him quickly? There are so many people here, are you afraid that he will run away?" The two policemen received their orders and immediately untied Fred.

Fred glanced at Stanley coldly before walking quickly to the front of the interrogation counter and sat down.

The superintendent looked at Stanley and ordered him impatiently, "You... sit there too."

His lordly look was as if he was a mighty king.

Stanley glanced at him coldly without saying a word. He silently walked to Fred's side and sat down.

Although every single person around him looked fierce and malicious, he still remained as steady as a rock.

The aura that lingered around him obviously contrasted with the people around him.

The superintendent quickly came and sat on their opposite.

After that, the superintendent looked at Fred and said, "He said you raped him, and you said he framed you, which one of you is telling the truth? Can you describe the whole process?" Fred snorted coldly. "Of course, but wait for a while."

Then, he glared at Stanley who was beside him fiercely. "You didn't expect that it would work out if you frame me like this, did you? Don't mention if I did not do anything to you, even if I did, do you think they will sentence me to prison?"

"Although I don't know why you did that, but I advise you, don't be ridiculous. An ordinary person like you will never know what is called 'privilege'..." Fred was straight to the point, and he was getting more and more rampant.

After that, Fred casually sat with his legs crossed, looked at the superintendent and said, "This person drugged me and framed me. Just that simple. Believe me, just capture him and sentence him, I assure you will get a promotion and be rich."

"Of course I'll believe you. If I don't, I can't possibly believe him, right?" The superintendent looked at Fred while trying to please him.

Stanley did not say a word from beginning to end. His finger was tapping on the table with a rhythm, his eyes were like a pond without ripples.

They were actually very close, but they looked like they came from two different worlds.

"You... What's your name?" The superintendent asked Stanley arrogantly.

"..." Stanley slightly squinted his black eyes. He lifted his head slowly and looked at him. "Does your superior know how you handle cases?"

His eyes looked calm and firm. However, there was an unignorable pressure lingering around him.

Even the superintendent, who had met people of all walks of life, felt suffocated when his eyes met Stanley's.

However, he recovered instantly. He bellowed with dissatisfaction. "Where did this bastard come from? How dare you talk to me like this! Do you know that I can sentence you to death anytime?" "You can try that..." Stanley said indifferently. There was a hint of iciness in his calmness.

"Motherf*cker, you really don't know your place..." Fred clenched his teeth while looking at him and said, "If you are clever enough, you should just explain the crimes you committed clearly and proactively, or else I'll ask them to torture you till you need to find your teeth on the ground, do you believe me?"

"What can a scum like you do to me? Do you know who my father and my uncle is? What positions do they hold?"

"Not to mention a small superintendent, even if he is a f*cking Attorney General, he will still need to kneel, kowtow and call me his father."

"How dare you set me up and frame me, you really want to die... Don't think that it would work out if you remain silent, even if you don't admit your crimes, I can still make you guilty if I want to." Fred continued to bark with a domineering look.

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"Alright, this case is clear enough, it was you who set Young Master Thomson up and framed him on purpose."

"Someone bring this guy downstairs to fill in his particulars and just lock him up straightaway." The superintendent looked at Stanley Batton indifferently. He looked confident and determined, he no longer had the mood of continuing the investigation.

He thought that the truth was not that important.

The most important thing was that Fred Thomson could not be messed around with. In this situation, he could only sacrifice the ordinary person in front of him and protect Fred.

Looking at the person right in front of him, Stanley's face was getting colder and colder, the flame in his heart was burning with rage.

Fred was happy and he curved up his lips after he heard that. He slowly stood up and squinted at Stanley. "Just wait for your imprisonment... Not to mention that I did not touch you today, even if I really did, what can you do?"

"Tell me, why did you do that? Hmm? There are no grudges between us, why did you frame me? Hmm? To swindle my money?" Fred was getting more and more aggressive.

As he was finishing his sentence, he even reached out his finger and prepared to poke Stanley's forehead.

Stanley reacted quickly. Just before his finger landed on him, he grabbed it tightly.

The next second, Stanley slowly lifted his head and looked at Fred. His eyes were like daggers.

A murderous aura lingered from his head to toe.

The following second, he yanked hard upwards using his hand that was grabbing Fred's finger.

Crack... Fred's bone was broken. His face darkened and cried in agony, "Ah... Ah... F*ck, let me go!"

Stanley totally did not have the intention to let him go. He was still using his strength. His veins stood up on the back of his cold and snowy white hand.

"Why can't you subdue him immediately?" The superintendent anxiously looked at the two policemen behind Fred.

The two of them immediately tried to approach and subdue Stanley.

Stanley was calm as usual, he stood up slowly and steadily. Then, with a back kick, he threw the chair behind him towards them swiftly.

They could not dodge in time. The chair hit both of their calves just right.

The two of them stopped in their tracks immediately due to pain.

After a few seconds, they only continued their attack towards Stanley.

Stanley was still as steady as a rock. As he continued to pull Fred's finger and control him, he used his other hand to fight with them.

Even so, he still had the upper hand.

While he was fighting, he did not even move an inch. It seemed like he was always at his original position.

The two of them here did not even help a bit.

The superintendent saw that and got infuriated out of a sudden. He stomped his foot hard and bellowed, "Rebel, rebel, it's a rebel! Somebody come here!"

A large group of people swarmed into the room in an instant.

They neatly surrounded Stanley in a circle, pulled out their pistols and aimed at Stanley...

"Stop it immediately, if you don't, I'll order them to shoot you..." The superintendent bellowed hysterically.

Fred's face had already turned pale. He looked at the people with guns impatiently and ordered, “He assaulted the police, what are you doing there? Why didn't you shoot him?" Right at this moment, a pistol was aimed at the back of Stanley's head.

Stanley slightly frowned, his eyes were firm. He stopped what he was doing, but continued to hold Fred's broken finger. He turned to look at the one who was pointing the gun at him. He was a young man with eyes like a blazing torch.

"Let him go." The young man ordered.

"Very good, you really are something else." Stanley slightly lowered his head, raised his brows and looked at his face.

"Let me go... Ouch, it pains me to death, do you hear me?" Fred yelled in agony, "If you don't want to die, just let go of me!"

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Stanley Batton turned a deaf ear to him.

"Y'all useless trash, why are y'all still standing there? Why don't y'all hurry up and shoot that man to death?" Fred Thomson shouted at the people around him impolitely.

The superintendent approached him quickly. He looked at Stanley and ordered him arrogantly, "Let go of him now, do you hear that? Or else, I will really order my men to shoot you." "For people like you, it's better not to show too much of your ability or else you will suffer yourself." The superintendent spoke again.

Bang...

Right at that time, the door was kicked open by someone.

"I'm really interested to see just who is brave enough to shoot my friend." A lazy voice sounded.

Then, Sebastian Brenand's face with a sinister smile appeared in front of the bunch of people.

As soon as Fred Thomson saw Sebastian, he was suddenly stunned, "Young... Young Master Brenand? Why are you here?" "Clearly, I'm here to teach you a lesson, moron." Sebastian snorted coldly.

Sebastian sounded very sarcastic but Fred did not dare to show his temper. He chose to endure the pain and smile.

The superintendent looked at Fred immediately and asked, "Young Master Brenand? Which Young Master Brenand is this?"

Sebastian endured the pain and replied out of anger, "Sebastian Brenand, who else could it be? How many more Brenands are there among the riches of Atlantis?"

The superintendent heard that and was stunned immediately. The Brenands of Atlantis, they were the richest among the riches, no one could ever compare to them.

Right after that, Henry Armstrong and Zack Cassidy led a big group of men in black to Sebastian's side.

The men in black altogether surrounded the policemen who were surrounding Stanley. They formed a big circle...

The superintendent was trapped inside as well, there was no way out.

"F*ck, why is Young Master Armstrong here as well?" Fred mumbled.

The superintendent heard that and became even more afraid. Although he did not know who exactly the mighty Young Master Armstrong that Fred was talking about, he could tell that he must be either rich or powerful as he was able to stand side-by-side with Sebastian.

Judging by the situation, the superintendent could tell that something was off. He could sense that both Sebastian and this Young Master Armstrong were obviously not here for Fred.

If they were not here for Fred.

They were here for...

When he figured until that point, both of his legs started to tremble non-stop, as if the deepest part his soul got hit hard by something and started to quiver crazily.

Did he just mess with someone who he should not have messed with?

Henry squeezed through the crowd with a sinister smile and brought Sebastian and Zack to Stanley and Fred's side.

Right after that, Sebastian looked at the superintendent coldly. Slowly, he asked, "You really had some guts, you are even brave enough to shoot my brother." The superintendent peed himself out of fright. His face turned pale and wan, "He... He's your brother?"

Bingo! He guessed it.

He really did mess with someone he should not have messed with.

If this man was someone that close to Sebastian, that meant that he was one of the royalties whom a small fry like him could not mess around with.

The very next second, his whole body was covered in cold sweat. The shirt under his uniform got soaking wet because of his perspiration.

He was wiping his perspiration like a mad person while looking at those people who pointed their guns at Stanley. He growled, "You bunch of fools, get out of here now!" That bunch of people kept their guns immediately and ran away as fast as they could.

Stanley frowned and indifferently gave Sebastian and Henry a side-eye. "Why are both of you here as well?

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Stanley Batton was a little surprised at the arrival of the few of them.

Henry Armstrong quickly approached Stanley. "Well... We'll talk about it in the car later."

Fred Thomson was totally panicked as he looked at the way Stanley talked to Henry as well as Sebastian Brenand.

The Thomson family was powerful indeed. However, they were nothing compared to the Armstong and Brenand families.

The guy standing in front of him at that moment had the gut to speak out to Henry and Sebastian. Undoubtedly, his status must be much higher than the two of them!

The inspector had come to the realisation too. He was shaking all over as he looked at Stanley timidly. "Master, you are a great man, please forgive me and forget about my terrible mistake, I shouldn't have done that to you, I..I was wrong."

"I...I was wrong too. Err, we wouldn't have known each other if we didn't meet this morning, right? Let's reconcile and be friends." Fred looked at Stanley, trying to ingratiate himself with Stanley. His arrogance had vanished.

Sebastian, yet, lifted his foot and aimed at Fred's ass as hard as he could. "Be friends with him? You think you deserve that?"

That kick must be so powerful that Fred fell to the ground instantly.

The harsh kick from Sebastian left Fred in agony. In addition to the injuries on his hand, he could not even stand up as he was suffering severe pain. He huddled humbly on the ground and blinked pleadingly at Sebastian.

"Master Sebastian, you see...my father, and my uncle are friends of your father, can we..."

"You've messed with the wrong person twice in a row. Today, you will not be forgiven for the sake of anyone." Henry was full of disdain.

"Twice... Twice?" Fred looked bewildered.

How could it be twice? He had not messed with anyone except for today, had he?

"Inspector, settle the case for today as my brother wishes. Besides, the guy over there imprisoned my brother's wife and her friend illegally yesterday, almost ruined them too. I believe these two charges are enough to sentence him to life imprisonment, right?"

Henry gazed at the inspector coldly and asked.

As soon as Fred heard this, his body trembled as he finally understood everything.

Xyla Quest and Georgie Clementine...the two girls he caught yesterday, one of them was Stanley's wife?!

"I'm sorry Master, I have no idea who they are! I would never have done that if I knew, please, please forgive me." Fred crawled towards Stanley miserably and hugged his calves, pathetically begging for mercy.

Nevertheless, Stanley refused to look at him, not even the slightest. He was as cold as ice.

"This..." The inspector was at a loss of words.

He could not afford to offend the Thomson family as well as the Brenand family.

Offending either side would be a death sentence to him.

"Do as I said and I will keep you safe." Sebastian snorted heartlessly. "Don't you want to make up for your mistake?"

"Yes... Yes, I do, sir. Yes, I get it." the inspector noddedly incessantly as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Here is the evidence of Fred Thomson bullying my brother's wife and her friend. There you go." Henry took out a black USB flash drive from his pocket and tossed it to the inspector.

The inspector quickly caught the flash drive and nodded repeatedly once again.

There was no way around it, he had to make a choice now. Definitely he had to side with the three of them since Sebastian said they would bail him out.

As for what the truth was, it didn't matter anymore.

"Yes, yes." the inspector replied.

"Let's go..." Stanley shrugged off Fred ruthlessly and marched out from the room, radiating powerful allure.

Henry Armstrong, Sebastian Brenand and Zack Cassidy followed him closely behind.

The men in black left the room right after them. They were out of this world.

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"Master Sebastian... Master Henry... Master...please forgive me, I swear I will never do it again, I swear..." Fred Thomson looked at their backs desperately, begging for mercy in tears. However, none of them turned back.

Bam...

The door closed at the instant.

The entire world had returned to peace.

Fred fell to the ground weakly, he was staring at the ceiling in despair with his body fixed on the ground.

He knew that he was finished.

The masters of Brenand and Armstrong families were targeting him now. He was afraid that neither his father nor his uncle was able to save him from them. There was no way.

Worst of all, his whole family could be implicated because of his grave mistake this time.

Strong remorse rushed through his blood, he could not help but felt extremely dreadful.

On the other hand, the inspector took a step back helplessly and swiftly pulled open the door. He glared at the police officers outside and ordered, "Send him to the detention room and we'll wait for the verdict later."

Then, he caught up with the masters and escorted them respectfully all the way out of the police station.

As they stepped out from the police station, Stanley Batton took a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it between his lips.

Immediately, the inspector lit up his lighter and handed over to Stanley attentively.

Stanley threw the inspector a heartless gaze before he pulled out his own lighter and lit it.

He took a long drag off the cigarette and went straight to the fleet of black luxury cars parked across the entrance.

He approached a random Rolls Royce and got inside.

Henry Armstrong, Sebastian Brenand and Zack Cassidy followed after him and got into the car.

Zack hopped into the driver's seat while Henry and Sebastian sat on either side of Stanley.

The inspector was still standing courteously outside of the car, nodding and bowing, keeping himself on his toes.

Stanley smoked elegantly. He languidly leaned against the soft leather seat and crossed his long legs. "Zack, back to the hospital."

"Yes, Fifth Master." Zack nodded respectfully.

At the same time, the men in black had already got into their respective cars.

Zack honked to instruct the other cars to move.

Soon, the fleet of cars gradually moved, blending into the flow of traffic and speeding down the road.

"Xyla is worried to death about you. You should give her a call." Sebastian looked at Stanley and continued, "You were gone all of a sudden after you left to buy her breakfast this morning. She tried to call you but you were not picking up. Xyla waited for hours but you didn't come back so she suspected that something happened to you."

Stanley's expression softened right away upon hearing that. "What happened next?" he asked.

"Xyla ordered a few people guarding her to look for you. She told them to check the surveillance cameras around the entrance of the hospital as well as Morning Glory for the period of time after you left her ward."

"Henry and I happened to be having breakfast with Zack when they informed Zack about it. Therefore, we did as Xyla said to check the surveillance cameras."

"We saw you getting into Fred's car. Instinctively, we understand why you got into that car and what you were up to."

"Then, we tried to trace you down and we found out that you were at the police station. We guessed that you had your revenge but we were still worried about you. We were afraid that the police officers would not go easy on you so we hurried over together..."

Sebastian explained the incident from head to tail. He lit a cigarette when he was done with his story. He crossed his legs, and started to smoke lazily and casually.

Stanley remained silent. He called Xyla immediately.

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On the other end of the phone, Xyla Quest was still on the edge of her seat.

She clutched the phone tightly in her hand and she could not take her eyes off the phone screen. She could not slack off, not in the slightest, she must wait for his call.

The people sent out to look for Stanley Batton had not come back and reported to her by now. Something must have gone wrong.

Right that moment, her phone ran out of battery and automatically shut down.

She went to find a phone charger at once.

It was then that she realised she did not carry a charger with her all this while. Without hesitation, she called out to the people outside of her ward to help search for a phone charger. She would never let her phone die at this point. She could not bear missing any news about Stanley.

Her heart was racing and she felt that it was pounding out of her chest.

On the other side, Stanley Batton locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket after noticing that Xyla's phone was off.

"What's going on?" Sebastian Brenand asked.

"Her phone shut down. Forget it, let's go to the hospital first." Stanley answered.

"Alright then." Henry Armstrong said.

"Oh yeah, Sebastian, please warn the inspector not to talk any nonsense in front of Xyla. He must know what to say and what to keep quiet about." Stanley turned to look at Sebastian.

Sebastian snapped his fingers in delight. "You don't want our identities to be exposed, right? Yeah I get it, no worries."

"I don't get it, brother, why exactly do you want to hide about it?" Henry looked puzzled.

Stanley did not answer but glanced at Zack and continued, "Look for the evidence of the crimes that Fred Thomson's father and uncle ever did. Publish them as soon as possible. You have one day to do so." "Yes..." Zack nodded politely.

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Xyla Quest had been waiting for half an hour but there was no sign of the phone charger.

Her heart was already in a mess and she was getting more impetuous now.

She frowned impatiently and commanded at the people outside the door, "Come here."

She sounded cold and her tone, too, was a little unpleasant.

Soon, the door opened.

"Who upsets you? Hmm?"

A familiar voice flowed into the ward. Xyla's heart fluttered and turned to face the door rapidly.

There was a stunning man smiling faintly in front of her.

Henry and Sebastian were standing behind him, too.

The gloomy clouds surrounding her had all vanished. Her hanging heart had finally returned to peace.

Xyla jumped off her bed immediately and ran towards Stanley. She threw her arms around his neck emotionally and pressed their chests together. "Where have you been? I thought you faced some trouble!" Henry and Sebastian exchanged looks of glee.

Xyla swung her left arm a little too excessive, causing the wound on her shoulder to be pulled apart. The pain that pricked her bones like a needle finally made her return to her senses.

It was only then she realised how embarrassing she was. She released Stanley instantly but the sudden rosiness on her cheeks gave her away.

She had butterflies in her stomach as her heart skipped a beat once again.

The pain from her wound was still spreading across her body. She lifted her head awkwardly and found a pair of beaming eyes staring at her.

Perhaps she rarely noticed the genuity in his eyes, she lost herself unintentionally for a short while.

For a moment, she could not feel the pain in her body anymore.

It was as if his gaze was the best painkiller in the world.

"I don't know you were so worried about me. Hmm?" Stanley lowered his chin, quirking his eyebrows and smirking slightly as he stared at Xyla's face. His dark eyes caught her heart, tightly and firmly, like an invisible net.

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Xyla Quest stroked her hair awkwardly. She gathered all her courage to meet Stanley Batton's eyes and said, "Of course I'm worried about you. We're still working together, you see. It will be very troublesome

to me if anything were to happen to you."

"Oh? Is that what this is all about?" Stanley's eyes were full of suspicion.

"And... And we're friends. I don't want my friend to get into any trouble."

"And?" Stanley continued to ask calmly.

"That's all..." Xyla answered.

"Oh."

"Look, you've helped me a lot. It's unsurprising that I care about you," she added.

"Oh." Stanley looked deeply into her eyes, the corner of his lips was still curving upwards.

For some reason, Xyla always felt that his eyes were able to see through her, he seemed to know what she was thinking deep in her heart.

She began to tense up inexplicably.

She could not explain why she felt so nervous.

And her heartbeat was accelerating, too.

"You should lie down and rest well in your bed even if you're worried. You're still sick." Stanley placed one arm around her back and scooped the other arm around the bend in her knees, and lifted her up. She was very slim. She was as light as a feather in his arms.

Xyla's heart shrank and her heartbeat went crazy. "What are you doing? I can walk on my own."

Stanley did not answer. He marched towards the snow white bed and put her down carefully on it. He covered her with a blanket gently. "You're injured. You can't move around much."

"I mainly hurt my shoulder. The rest of my body is perfectly fine..."

"You're still not allowed to move even if they're fine."

Sebastian Brenand put his hand around Henry Armstrong's shoulder and strode forward. He casually sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two of them and shivering.

"Henry, shouldn't we get out of here?" he looked at Henry playfully.

Henry nodded, "I guess so?"

Xyla Quest blushed with embarrassment.

"Hurry up and get lost." Stanley said without turning a hair.

"What if I say no?" Henry chuckled and joked.

"Stop it guys... Please don't make a scene." Xyla said.

Stanley stopped saying anything. He stared at her and asked, "How do you feel?"

Her shoulder was not aching anymore right now. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's wrong with you? Where did you go?"

"We went to punish Fred Thomson, of course." Henry got up and grabbed an apple. He juggled the apple casually before pulling a chair to sit beside Xyla and began peeling the apple seriously. Stanley went around to the other side of the bed and sat down too.

Xyla looked at Henry with a startled face. "What? Punish Fred? The three of you?"

"I did it myself." Stanley replied.

Xyla could not believe what she had heard. "What? You did it on your own? Why did you go after him suddenly? Didn't we say that we will find him at the casino in the afternoon?" "Where did you meet Fred? And what did you do to him? Was it like how we planned? Are you alright? Did he touch you?" Her chest was filled with numerous questions.

"I didn't suffer from anything. He's already in the police station right now and he will be sentenced later on." Stanley responded.

At the moment, Xyla had more questions running through her mind. She could not believe her ears at all.

She was surprised and excited at the same time.

In her opinion, it was not easy to send Fred to jail. How did the man sitting in front of her manage to do it in such a short period of time?

She began to shoot them with more and more questions as she was eager to know the truth. "How did you do that? You're amazing!"

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

"Fred Thomson saw me on the road when I went out to get you some breakfast. He honked at me, trying to accost me." Stanley Batton said.

"I had the drug that you prepared for me last night in my pocket. Therefore, I got into his car and followed him to a hotel."

"Then, I added that drug into his glass. His body reacted to it as soon as he drank it, and he started to work it out on his own."

"I called the police when he was done, telling them that he...well..." that word was stuck at the edge of his lips.

He paused for a while and continued to describe the incident to her in earnest. "After that the police came to gather some evidence. After they collected the sample of body fluids Fred left behind, the police took both of us to the police station."

"Later on, I explained the whole incident at the hotel to the police. I also submitted the video of you and Georgie being tortured by Fred in the dark room to them. Subsequently, he was taken into custody and everything went smoothly." Stanley added.

He felt disgusted when he thought of the video.

"Stan, the police had arrested Fred temporarily for now but he will be released later if his father and uncle interfere with the case. There's another important step in my plan that I didn't tell you about... Listen."

"If we want Fred's father and uncle to stay out of this, we have to threaten them with the video we have of Fred. To make a mountain out of a molehill and expose Fred, or sending Fred into jail for the rest of his life, I believe they will prefer the latter. After all, if we make a big deal out of the incident, Fred won't simply be imprisoned for life but he will be sentenced to death." Xyla continued.

"I've settled everything." Stanley said.

"Are you serious?" Xyla was dumbfounded.

"Yeah...Everything's settled. Don't worry about it." Stanley replied calmly.

"You went to negotiate with Fred's father and uncle? How did you do it in such a short period of time? And that video, I didn't give it to you, did I?" Xyla asked.

"Anyway, everything's done. All you have to do is keep your mind at ease and wait for Fred's verdict." Stanley smiled.

"You copied the video from Fred's phone after I fell asleep? And then, you went straight to his father and uncle right after everything that happened at the hotel and police station? You managed to persuade them? Do you have to be so bold?" Xyla's mind was racing and this was the only possibility she could think of.

No matter what, she felt extremely happy and relieved as everything went well as she wished.

This man, sitting right in front of her was rising higher and higher up the ranks in her heart.

Some people might be walking on the dirtiest path but they could be doing the bravest and most righteous things.

"Let's not talk about that anymore." Stanley said while taking the freshly peeled apple from Henry's palm and handling it over to Xyla. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"Nah, I don't have time for breakfast. I've been worrying about you and I have no appetite at all." Xyla told him.

"I guess you really do care about me." the corner of Stanley's lips curved up slightly once again.

Xyla's heart clenched and her face flushed faintly. "Who cares about you? It's normal to worry about my friends, what's wrong with that?"

"Yes yes, you're right on all counts." The grin on his face was getting more obvious.

"Beautiful Xyla, you must be proud of yourself. No one ever made our Stan to sacrifice so much." Henry teased while crossing his legs.

Xyla smiled and looked at Stanley. "Stan, thank you so much for everything. You've done a lot."

"It's nothing. I'm going down to buy you breakfast."

"You haven't told me about how you persuaded Fred's father and uncle!"

"We'll talk about it later."

As he ended the conversation, he stood up and stroked her hair gently before he turned away and left the ward.

Xyla stared at Sebastian Brenand and asked, "Were you there when he negotiated with the Thomsons?"