Ch. 831..840
Chapter 831
Xyla Quest immediately stopped by a deserted corner and leaned against the wall while opening the email.
The email consisted of a short paragraph and an audio clip.
The paragraph stated, "Have you ever wondered why the Batton family would set you up with Stanley Batton? Aren't you curious why the Batton family is so nice to you? Click on the audio clip, and you'll know the answer..."
Xyla was too stunned to move.
In fact, she had never really understood why the Batton family insisted on her marriage with Stanley.
She had always been curious about why her master insisted she got a marriage certificate with Stanley.
Nonetheless, she failed to figure out the main reason back then, and she had slowly forgotten about it as time slipped by.
Now that she pondered about it, everything seemed fishy indeed...
Xyla recalled the day her master gave her a blood test. He did make a very peculiar request immediately after he obtained the blood test result. He said that she had to marry Stanley if she wanted to cure her disease.
Lured by curiosity, Xyla quickly put on her earphone and tapped the audio clip attached to the email.
"Be nice to Xyla. You know that her blood is what you need the most. Your life is bound to Xyla." It was Ron Batton's voice.
"Speaking of which, she's fortunate indeed. If it weren't for her blood, our family wouldn't even have accepted her in the first place." Stanley was the one speaking this time.
"Oh, that's for sure. Look at her. Do you think I'll treat her this well if it weren't for her blood? You could've found a woman who's able to match our family's standard," Ron hissed.
"Of course. She's utterly unattractive. Too bad she has a rare blood type like mine. It can't be helped. Ugh, it's really annoying to face a woman I don't even love every single day," Stanley complained. The harsh truth pierced through Xyla's ears as though it was a sharp blade, smashing her head as though it was a thousand-pound boulder.
The conversation ended.
Xyla felt like her brain was going to explode at any second. She could recognize their voices. There was no mistake...
She was a hundred percent certain that it was their voices.
Their conversation blew her mind and ripped her heart apart.
The sad truth had just dragged her down from heaven, sending her to the bottomless hell.
Stanley had decided to marry her and spoil her like a princess simply because he needed her blood.
He was kind, understanding, and clingy, not because he loved her.
It was all driven by his need for her blood. It was all because her blood could save his life.
Xyla finally knew how Stanley felt about her. He was annoyed by her.
He pretended to be nice to her because what flowed within her was what he needed the most right now.
At that moment, Xyla felt like her heart was being slashed by a knife mercilessly, leaving a deep and bloody cut. The pain was beyond words. The buzzing in her brain disconcerted and confounded her.
She could not think straight...
Emily Quest instantly noticed the grief in Xyla's eyes when she passed by her.
The corner of her lips subconsciously curved upward into an evil smirk. 'Poor Xyla, you must've listened to the recording, right?' she thought.
As she thought about that, the smile on her face widened.
She knew Xyla very well.
If Xyla found out that the Batton family was nice to her simply because they needed her blood, she would definitely be in despair.
When the time came, she would divorce Stanley.
After the divorce, her light would fade, and she would fall from grace!
The more distressed Xyla was, the more excited Emily felt.
Chapter 832
Chapter 832
Xyla Quest's depressed face was her favorite view. Why should Xyla be happy when she was not?
On top of that, she would be at an advantage if Xyla and Stanley Batton remained locked in a stalemate because it meant that nobody was going to stop her from crushing Xyla anymore. They were sisters. Sisters were supposed to stick to each other through thick and thin. Since she was now plunging into an abyss of despair, naturally, she had to drag Xyla down with her. Imagine suffering alone in the abyss without Xyla's company. How lonely must it be!
Xyla totally did not notice that Emily Quest was staring at her.
She kept her head down and replayed the recording over and over again.
Every single word pierced through her heart like a spear, rendering her in torment.
She sank deeper into her misery as she listened to the conversation for the nth time.
The truth was cruel, and the pain was almost unbearable.
Xyla's knees went weak. She felt that her whole body was losing strength all of a sudden.
Taking a deep breath, she clutched her phone and stalked out of the hall.
The bodyguards standing outside the main entrance immediately ran after her when they caught sight of her.
Looking at Xyla's receding figure, Emily could not help but burst out laughing. Her left palm over her mouth.
Xyla was hurt. She was really hurt.
Everything would go as Emily thought next.
Excitement overtook Emily whenever she thought about that.
'Well, well... Thank God all the money I spent on the fake recording is not wasted. It's such a brilliant idea, isn't it? I can make up a little story while revealing the truth to her...' Shane muttered to herself again.
At this time, Ron Batton came out of the washroom.
Noticing his presence, Emily immediately regained her usual melancholic look and approached a sculpture before her, pretending to admire it.
Ron headed straight to the lobby to look for Xyla.
However, he could not find her.
Ron immediately pulled out his phone and called Xyla.
Meanwhile, in the red Maserati, Xyla stared at Ron's name on her phone screen for some time before taking a deep breath and answering the call. "Xyla, where are you?"
"I have something to do. I have to leave first... Sorry."
She then hung up the phone without waiting for Ron's reply.
After discovering the harsh truth, there was no way she could face Ron as if nothing happened.
Once she thought of the things Ron told Stanley, there seemed to be an invisible barrier that shielded her heart away from the world.
The red roses on both sides of the road were in full bloom.
Xyla could faintly smell the rosy fragrance even with the car windows closed.
She finally understood that the man turned the entire city into a sea of roses was not because of love. He was just after her blood.
He would not even look at her if she was not needed, would he?
Pfft.
Chapter 833
Chapter 833
From that audio clip, Xyla Quest could clearly feel that Stanley Batton did not love her at all.
She was the only one who was serious about their relationship, after all.
She could not help doubting herself. Did she not deserve to be loved? Did she not deserve to be happy?
From Tom Sullivan to Stanley, all the men she met were nothing but trash.
As she pondered about it, tears began to pour down her cheeks.
Xyla also started wondering about the identity of the person who sent her the email.
Why would he or she have a recording of their conversation?
Who was that person?
While she was lost in her thoughts, she found that she arrived home. Nevertheless, she did not want to step into that house right now. Without further ado, she made a U-turn and headed straight to Silver International Hotel.
She wanted to be alone tonight. She needed a few moments of peace to process everything that was happening to her right now.
Then, she had to make a decision.
***
After Bailey Ronson and Tom settled the bill, they took Emily Quest back to the Sullivan family's house.
Once they got back home, Emily ran upstairs and shared the good news with May Conner.
May sprang out of bed in shock and excitement the moment she heard the breaking news. The mask on her face flew away and fell to the floor.
Without paying any heed to the mask, she tiptoed to the window while stealing glances at the doorway. Making sure there was no one around her, she asked in a low voice, "Really?"
May could barely conceal her delight. Exhilaration and contentment streaked through her like a comet.
"I'm serious. I sent the fake recording to Xyla just now. Her face was all pale after she listened to it! I bet she'll divorce Stanley real soon. Hahahaha... Since Xyla has such high self-esteem, she'll definitely end their plastic relationship after hearing that cruel conversation." Emily snorted coldly.
"My girl, you're brilliant! But... Have you planned everything?" May continued, "You'll be dead if Stanley finds out that you were the one who sends Xyla the email..."
"Don't worry. I have someone else send the email for me. That guy is absolutely reliable." Emily sneered.
"My girl, you're awesome! I'm so done with that little b*tch. It'll be great if your plan goes on smoothly."
"It certainly will. However, from my understanding of Xyla, she's not going to turn against the Batton family right away. She'll first identify the recording's authenticity and then find a way to test Stanley's blood. After making sure that the recording is real and their blood types are compatible, she'll make up her mind and leave the Batton family..."
May bit her lip thoughtfully. "It should be like that if nothing goes wrong... That recording sounds exactly like their voices, right? Will Xyla find out that it's fake?"
"Of course. There's no difference at all. Take it easy... I found a world-renowned voice synthesizer to do it." A smug expression was etched upon Emily's face.
"Stanley has appeared on many videos before. We can just dig up those videos if we want to imitate his voice. However, I don't think we could find anything about that old man on the internet. You didn't record their conversation that night, right? How did you do it then? How did that guy imitate the old man's voice?" May asked curiously.
"I described his voice, his tone, and his speed of speech to that professional sound imitator over the phone. That guy tried to imitate his voice, according to my description. He tried and made improvements on it a couple of times... He just got it then..." Emily said proudly.
May gave her a thumbs up. "My daughter, you're too smart."
"Of course. I'm not going to let Xyla steal the limelight as long as I'm alive. Once she loses Stanley's protection, we can put our minds at ease too. Nobody will know 'that thing'..." Emily giggled.
***
As soon as Xyla arrived at Silver International Hotel, she booked a presidential suite.
She took the key card and went to her room half-heartedly.
Closing the door and putting the key card aside, she shuffled to the opulent baroque style living room and sank into the beige European style sofa.
The sofa was so soft and comfortable as if it could soothe all the exhaustion within her heart.
Once again, she opened the email, read the paragraph, and played the audio clip.
Chapter 834
Chapter 834
Her heart broke into million pieces every time she listened to that conversation.
"Nice one, Stanley Batton..." she mumbled. Tears rolled down her cheeks in such generous streams.
The man had bent over backward these days to keep her around as his blood supplier.
He was just pretending to be a good husband all this while. What a good actor he was.
If she had not received this audio clip today, she might have been fooled by him for the rest of her life.
Everyone else in the Batton family was as horrible as him.
She really wanted to ask them how it felt to put on such a wonderful show. Were they not tired of it?
Ridiculous. Everything was so ridiculous...
Buzz buzz buzz...
Xyla Quest's phone vibrated.
The noises of the vibrations interrupted her thoughts.
The screen showed 'Hubby'. She used to be delighted to receive his call, yet the word looked extraordinarily sickening at this moment.
She loved him with all her heart, appreciating him for being her perfect husband. However, he did not feel the same for her...
He had just been putting up an act for her. She was just his blood supplier, after all.
Xyla declined the incoming call and turned off her phone without hesitation. Throwing the phone aside, she wrapped her arms tightly around her legs and buried her head in her knees.
The truth was cruel.
It was so cruel that she would rather never have heard about it.
"Oh, that's for sure. Look at her. Do you think I'll treat her this well if it weren't for her blood? You could've found a woman who's able to match our family's standard."
"Of course. She's utterly unattractive. Too bad she has a rare blood type like mine. It can't be helped. Ugh, it's really annoying to face a woman I don't even love every single day."
The conversation between Ron and Stanley kept ringing in her ears like some black magic.
She could feel that her heart was mercilessly torn apart by a pair of enormous, invisible hands.
"Stanley Batton, Stanley Batton... I'm nothing to you, eh? You're annoyed by me every single day, aren't you?... It must've been really hard for you to stay with me...
"Pfft."
As she mumbled to herself, tears welled up in her eyes again, gradually blurring her vision.
She had experienced this kind of agony before. That was when she witnessed Tom Sullivan cheating with Emily Quest on the bed.
The only difference was that her agony was multiplied by ten thousand this time...
***
In the president's office of Dragon Group, Stanley was trying to call Xyla again after she declined his call.
However, he was being notified that the other side had turned off the phone.
Xyla's abnormality confounded him.
He immediately called Ron Batton. "Grandpa, is Xyla with you right now?"
On the other end of the phone, Ron was still at the root carving exhibition. "No. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I tried to call her just now, but she didn't answer my call. The bodyguards told me that Xyla deliberately dumped them while they were driving. No one knew where she went," Stanley blurted.
"Huh? What? After we were done with the exhibition, I told her to wait for me in the lobby while I went to the washroom, but she was already gone when I came out. I gave her a call afterward. She told me that she had something to do. Do you think she got herself into some trouble?"
Stanley seemed alarmed.
Frowning worriedly, he rose to his feet while reassuring his grandfather, "Don't worry about it. I'll try calling her again. I'll send someone to pick you up first."
Subsequently, he called Xyla once more.
To his dismay, her phone was still switched off.
Chapter 835
Chapter 835
Hanging up the phone, he changed his target and called Georgie Clementine. "Georgie, is Xyla with you?"
Why was Xyla Quest acting so weird today? Something must have happened to her.
Stanley Batton felt a little uneasy about her disappearance.
Georgie was currently at the X Entertainment's chief executive's office. She slowly put down the documents in her hands before replying to Stanley, "No, she's not at the office. Why?" "Nothing..." Stanley was disappointed.
Following that statement, he hung up the phone and called Zack Cassidy. "Find out where Xyla is right now."
Stanley then hung up on Zack without waiting for him to reply. He did not notice it, but wrinkles appeared between his brows again.
***
After crying for a while, Xyla got up from the sofa and plodded to the balcony. She left the window ajar, allowing a light breeze to flow into the room and cool her face.
Suddenly, a fleet of black luxury cars pulled up in the courtyard.
A large group of black-clad men got out of the car in the very next second.
Shortly, Christopher Lancelot got out of the car too.
The men in black nodded respectfully when they saw Christopher.
Their impressive line-up startled everyone who was walking in and out of the hotel. No one could take their eyes off Christopher.
As soon as Christopher lifted his head, a familiar figure came into his sight.
She was on the sixth floor, whereas he was in the courtyard.
She was far away from him, so he could hardly see her expression.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Christopher's phone vibrated. He picked up the call without even looking at it. "What is it?"
"Master Lancelot... I'm sorry that we lost Miss Xyla just now. I don't know why she's suddenly in a bad mood after going to the root carving exhibition.
"She left the hall gloomily. She even sped down the streets and flung all of us off, including Stanley Batton's bodyguards..." Christopher's henchman reported earnestly and anxiously, "I'm really sorry, Master Lancelot."
Upon hearing that, Christopher's face darkened instantaneously. "Oh? I see... Alright then, you guys can go back to rest first..."
Was she suddenly in a bad mood after going to the root carving exhibition? Why?
With that out of the way, Christopher slid his phone back into his pocket and marched into the hotel.
His henchmen quickly caught up with him and opened a path for him, as if the emperor himself had just shown up at the hotel.
Christopher headed straight to the lobby and took the elevator to the sixth floor.
Judging from the balcony's position, he had figured out which room Xyla was staying in no time. Locking his eyes on that room, he strode down the aisle and came to a halt in front of the door, knocking it several times.
Inside the room, Xyla subconsciously turned to the door when she heard the knocks.
Taking a deep breath, she scuttled to the door and peeped in the peephole.
What came into her view was Christopher's kind, smiling eyes.
Xyla was a little surprised by Christopher's abrupt arrival.
She immediately wiped off her tears and opened the door.
Panic swelled within Christopher as soon as he saw Xyla's red eyes. "What happened?"
"Why are you here?" Xyla asked.
"I have something to settle in Atlantis, so I'm staying here these few days. I saw you standing at the balcony when I came back just now... So... I thought I'd say hello to you," Christopher stuttered. "Oh... Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now. I need some time to myself. Just go ahead and settle your work." With that, Xyla took a step back and closed the door.
However, Christopher was quick enough to slip his fingers into the narrow slit and block the door. He forcefully pushed open the door and stalked into the room. He gazed at Xyla, then glanced coldly at the black-clad men behind him. "Wait for me outside."
Chapter 836
Chapter 836
The black-clad men nodded courteously and answered in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Christopher Lancelot took one last look at them before shutting the door. Stretching his long arm, he grabbed Xyla Quest's wrist and forced her onto the door. He propped his right hand against the door panel while his other proceeded to cup her chin. "Tell me. What happened to you? Hmm? Did Stanley Batton bully you? Did he do something that upset you?"
She would not be here alone if she had not had a conflict with Stanley Batton.
Her red eyes stabbed his heart.
At that instant, he thought Miranda was crying in front of him.
"There's nothing wrong with me. Let go of me." Xyla dropped her head, avoiding eye contact with him.
Once she finished her sentence, she gently pushed him away and returned to the living room, sitting down on the beige sofa.
Though Christopher had saved her life before, they were not close, and they did not even know much about each other. There was no point telling him what she had just found out about her marriage.
"If you have nothing important to tell me, please just go ahead and do what you're supposed to do. Leave me alone. Thank you, Master Lancelot, for your concern," Xyla said again.
Christopher immediately walked up to her and sat down next to her. He forcibly turned her body, his hands clutching her shoulders. "Tell me. What did he do to you? How did he bully you? Did he cheat on you? Show me how that b*tch looks like! I'll kill her!"
"It's not what you think..."
"What is it then?"
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. I'll go find Stanley now and question him!"
"Master Lancelot, all I need is a little peace. I don't want to talk about those problems anymore... Can't you just leave me alone?" Xyla was not in the mood to talk about it. Peace and silence were what she needed the most right now.
Christopher studied her face thoughtfully, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Okay... I won't ask you anymore, but you can always talk to me if you want to."
Xyla heaved a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. "I know you're busy. Don't care about me. I want to be alone."
"Look at yourself. How can I just leave you on your own here? I'm not a man if I step out of this room," Christopher rebuked.
"I don't need company." She only needed some time to herself so she could process everything that happened between her and Stanley.
"I'll keep quiet then. I promise I won't make a sound. I'll just sit here watching you." Christopher was afraid that she would take things too hard and do something stupid. Although she did not tell him what exactly was going on between her and Stanley, he could sense that something serious and unforgivable had happened. Otherwise, Xyla would not have acted like that.
Stanley must have done something that hurt Xyla's feelings.
As he pondered about it, his face clouded over.
Stanley Batton!
He angrily yelled that bastard's name in his heart, his hands subconsciously balling into fists.
"You don't have to do that..." Xyla rejected.
Christopher did not give her any response. He did not say he would leave, nor did he say he was going to stay here.
He lit a cigarette and quietly smoked, using silence to prove his determination.
The kindness in his eyes gradually faded amidst the smoke...
His eyes were dark with some unfathomable emotion.
Xyla's mind was in a mess right now. She had no energy to argue with him. Hence, she ignored him and walked to the balcony, her hair billowing in the breeze. Christopher did not follow her to the balcony. He remained seated on the sofa and watched her from afar.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for Xyla to feel better and tell him what happened to her.
Xyla sat alone at the balcony until the skies were painted in black and the city lights shone neon into the night.
She seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit.
Her body was as weak as a bubble as if it was going to break at the slightest touch.
Xyla wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry and dull. Perhaps she was too sad, or maybe she had used up all her tears just now. No matter how miserable she felt, she just could not cry anymore.
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Chapter 837
Mixed feelings piled up in her heart. She needed to vent, but there was nowhere for her to do so. Her grievance left her feeling breathless and weak.
A bolt of white-hot lightning streaked across the sky. A low rumble followed soon after.
In the next second, rain poured down in torrents.
The world was in chaos all of a sudden.
The same was true to her mood.
The conversation between Stanley Batton and Ron Batton echoed in her ears.
It hurt her over and over again.
Before today, she thought she was the happiest woman on earth, surrounded by endless love and joy.
However, when she heard the recording, she realized that...
Their love and care arose out of the blood flowing in her veins.
They were all acting for the sake of her blood.
Stanley disliked her. He hated her.
If what flowed within her was not Rhnull, the rarest blood type on earth, she would not have been chosen by him and lived such a prosperous life.
She loved him so much.
Yet, he hated her.
Hate...
Suddenly, all the memories between her and Stanley flashed before her.
They were so sweet, happy, and carefree. It all seemed like yesterday. Nonetheless, now that she thought of it, pure irony and disappointment were all that was in her heart. Drowning in a pool of longing memories caused her nothing but heartache.
Heartache itself was not scary. The scariest thing of all was that the relationship had caused her a great deal of heartache, but she could not even shed a tear. She could only bottle up her emotions. She felt very much like a pressure cooker that was about to explode due to excessive pressure.
Xyla inadvertently turned back and found Christopher Lancelot still in her room.
He was currently smoking and watching her.
The huge living room was filled with acrid smoke.
His pair of eyes were mysterious yet sorrowful.
Xyla subconsciously glanced at her wristwatch. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
Christopher came to her room before six o'clock.
He had been staying here with her for over an hour. As he promised, he did not make a sound the entire time.
For a second, she was touched beyond words, emotions welling up inside her.
Taking a deep breath, she returned to the living room and slowly sat down beside Christopher.
Her eyes were still dry and red because she was crying before he came in.
"Are you feeling better?" Christopher asked.
"Can I have a cigarette?" Xyla stared at the cigarette between his fingers.
It was said that nicotine helped to anesthetize the nerves. At that instant, she really wanted to anesthetize herself.
Christopher picked up the box of cigarettes on the table and pulled out a cigarette from it without hesitation. He gently placed it between her lips, reached for the lighter embedded with white diamonds on the table, and then carefully lit the cigarette for her.
Xyla had never smoked before, but she had seen a lot of people smoking. She tried to mimic them, taking a deep breath when the flame was brought to the tip of the cigarette. As soon as she took a puff, the cigarette was lit.
Thick smoke swarmed into her lungs without warning.
She coughed incessantly at the pungent whiff. The veins in her neck stuck out, and her face turned pink.
Chapter 839
Chapter 839
แ
What did he mean by 'not a big deal'?
Questions were swimming in Tucker's head.
After they reached the first floor, Christopher Lancelot and Xyla Quest marched out of the hotel and got into the black Rolls-Royce under Tucker and his henchmen's escort.
On the other hand, the black-clad men got into the Audi and Mercedes-Benz next to it.
Tucker started driving right after he hopped into the driver's seat.
Christopher's henchmen soon started their cars and followed behind him.
As soon as the fleet of branded cars left the hotel, Stanley Batton's black Bentley Arnage showed up at the main entrance.
The pair had just missed each other.
Neither of them saw each other...
The night was deep, and the stars were beautiful.
The city was alive with lights, imposing yet peaceful.
Everyone on the streets wore a genuine smile.
It seemed that she was the only one who was depressed and lost.
Xyla leaned against the backrest weakly. She found herself staring out the window, observing the passers-by on the busy streets. Her eyes were calm and expressionless, but her heart was bleeding. "Master Lancelot, where are we going?" Tucker asked.
"My garage," said Christopher.
Tucker nodded obediently.
"Why are we going to your garage?" Xyla asked.
"To have fun."
"Why did you stop talking to me? Are you afraid that I'll sell you to some bad guy?"
"No..."
"Take it easy. I'm just going to let you play something interesting," Christopher said again.
Xyla nodded in response and kept quiet.
She did not want to think too much about it. It was not a bad idea to have fun anyway. She could at least vent her anger and frustration.
Tucker drove the two to a five-story villa located halfway up the mountain.
The black Rolls-Royce whizzed by a flowery courtyard and entered an underground garage.
The lights were on in the garage.
It was spacious and filled with all kinds of luxury cars.
Its splendor dazed Xyla.
Christopher's garage was as impressive as Stanley's.
The cars he owned were not less than Stanley's.
On top of that, all the cars here were some rare models on the market.
This was exactly what was special about Stanley's garage too.
"Get off the car and pick a new one." Christopher pointed at the cars in the garage.
"Are you going to give me a car? No, I don't want it." Xyla shook her head.
"Who's going to give you a car? Oh, get over yourself. I'm asking you to pick a car from here and go racing with me later."
"Racing?" Xyla's eyes widened, consternated.
Was racing the 'fun' and 'something interesting' he was talking about all the time?
"Look over there. I have people to modify those cars for me. They're all racing cars with the best specifications. Pick one from there, and it's time to have fun! Ah, you might not know how to drive those cars. Nevermind, you can sit beside me. I'll drive you.
"Racing helps to lift your mood. All your problems and worries will be left behind when the car zooms off. Trust me. I always do this when I'm sad." Christopher added, "It really works."
"Who said that I couldn't race? I'm getting my car," Xyla rebuked.
She did know about racing.
She had learned it when she was in Country Y.
She considered herself a professional racer.
Although it had been a long time since she raced, she was eager to give it a try.
"Sure! I'll let you pick your racing car first. There are more modified racing cars over there..." Christopher pointed to the other side where his racing car collection was located.
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Chapter 840
Xyla Quest got out of the car.
Christopher Lancelot did the same.
He led Xyla to the spectacular fleet of racing cars.
Xyla ambled along the cars and finally chose a white Porsche.
On the other hand, Christopher selected the red Ferrari next to hers.
"I'll take this one." Xyla patted the front hood of the car.
"Alright. I'll take this then. Let's go," Christopher said before opening the safe beside him.
As soon as the safe was opened, rows of gleaming car keys came into their sights.
There were many car keys imprinted with different car brands' logos hanging in the safe, looking incredibly breathtaking.
Christopher first reached for Xyla's car key and then threw it to her. "There you go."
Xyla caught the key and got into her car right away, starting the engine while waiting for him.
Very soon, Christopher found his car key and hopped into his red Ferrari.
After he got into the car, he lowered the car window and turned to Xyla.
Noticing that, Xyla immediately lowered her window and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Ring Mount Speedway. Follow me."
Ring Mount Speedway was one of the largest open-air racing circuits in Atlantis.
The iconic race track was set on the highest mountain in Atlantis, circling the hill like a ring.
No matter if it was domestic or international, minor or major events, many hosts and organizers loved to hold their races here due to its unique layout. With steep inclines, long straights, and sharp corners, the race track was a challenging yet exciting challenge.
Christopher started the car, hit the pedal, and zoomed out of the garage.
Not to be outdone, Xyla put the pedal to the metal to keep up with his speed.
On the contrary, Tucker and the others were having a hard time chasing them.
Christopher zoomed ahead, leading Xyla to Ring Mount Speedway.
There were no cars along the way. The two of them sped down the highway and went into the racing circuit unhindered.
Upon reaching the destination, Christopher drove a short distance along the track and pulled over.
Xyla soon stopped beside him.
Tucker and his henchmen's car were also coming in their direction.
Catching sight of their cars, Christopher immediately waved at Tucker.
Tucker pulled up his car and hurried to his master's car as fast as he could. He lowered his head politely and asked, "Yes, Master Lancelot?"
"Xyla and I are going to race in a moment. You're in charge of waving the flags and starting the race, got it?" Christopher ordered.
Tucker nodded obediently. "Yes..."
Subsequently, Christopher glanced at Xyla and shouted, "There's a racing suit inside your car's glove compartment. The helmet is in the trunk. It was Miranda's. You can use them since the two of you are about the same size.
"We'll start the race after you're ready. Let's start from here, up the mountain, then come back here again... The first person to get back here is the winner.
"The loser owes the winner a favor. By the way, Tucker will start the race for us. Once he raises the red flag, our race will begin," Christopher added.
Xyla did what she was told. She opened the glove compartment and found a red racing suit inside.
She grabbed the racing suit and put it on at once.
Zipping up the suit, she got out of the car and approached the trunk. She took out the red helmet from there and carefully put it on.
She looked valiant yet gorgeous in the racing suit.
Her gentleness was replaced by sexiness.
Warm street lights shone brightly on her, showing off her beauty to the world.
Christopher lost himself for a second.
She looked exactly like Miranda in that racing suit and red helmet.