Ch. 91..100
Chapter 91
"Compared to you, I am a newbie. God, can you please guide me in the game more often? Please consider doing it because I am so weak. Sob." North wrote. "Okay." Seven responded.
"God, you are the best! Oh, yeah. Are you a professional player?" North asked.
"No." Seven replied.
When Stanley Batton returned, the first thing he saw was the messages Sharon Lindt sent on her phone. He immediately started frowning.
Did his mother just ruin his heroic reputation? Did she claim that he was weak and helpless and asked someone to guide him? Sob? God, you are the best? Earlier, Stanley had rejected the person upfront. Now that Sharon had said these things about Stanley, how would that person think?
"Mom, why did you do that?" Stanley asked unhappily.
"What did I do? Can't I just play with her?" Sharon asked.
"This is my account," Stanley answered.
"But she wouldn't accept any of my friend requests. Therefore, I will use your account whenever I want to play so that Seven can guide me," Sharon said excitedly. "No," Stanley refused with a serious expression on his face.
"No, you will let me," Sharon retorted.
After that, she continued to chat with Seven.
"God, I love you so much. Muah!" Sharon wrote.
"This god is very agreeable. I think she is definitely a beautiful woman," Sharon complimented.
Right then, Seven sent her a team invitation.
Sharon immediately felt overwhelmed.
"I am actually playing with the best player in the country. Aren't you jealous?" Sharon asked.
However, Stanley did not say anything. Instead, he picked up his mouse and turned off the laptop.
"No... What are you doing? What if Seven gets mad?" Sharon instantly had a sullen expression on her face.
"If you want to play, use your account," Stanley said before walking away directly.
Sharon could not resist rolling her eyes at him.
"Selfish. Do you think I can't play just because you won't let me? I know your password," Sharon said.
Hence, Sharon turned the computer on and logged into the game to play with Seven.
However, when she entered, she realized that Seven was already in another game.
Sharon sighed disappointedly before opening the chatbox. "I'm sorry, Seven. My dog accidentally pressed on the power button and turned off the computer." She wrote.
When Sharon read through her message, she was convinced that Seven would no longer be mad at her. After all, it was a reasonable excuse.
Once Sharon noticed it was already midnight from the clock on the laptop, she began writing a message to Seven.
"Seven, it's getting late. Don't go to bed too late. Staying up late isn't good for your skin. I'm going to bed first." She wrote.
After that, Sharon turned the computer off and cheerfully left the study.
***
After the match ended, Xyla saw the message North had sent her. This person was rather intriguing.
Despite rejecting Xyla coldly before, this person was now like Xyla's biggest fan.
Apart from North's unstable performance, did he also have an unstable personality?
Xyla shook her head helplessly while she chuckled. After that, she exited from the game and walked over to the balcony.
When she saw that the master bedroom lights were turned off, she decided to return to bed.
Although Xyla was pleased with what happened this evening, she knew that Jeremy was not feeling the same way. Thus, she was worried about him. After standing on the balcony for a long while, Xyla finally turned around and returned to bed.
***
The next morning, Xyla woke up to the news of 'Imperial Prime was framed' on the second spot in the headlines list.
Emily Quest was still on the number one spot among the most popular topics.
Chapter 92
Chapter 92
After glancing at the headline about Emily Quest, Xyla Quest opened the news article related to Imperial Prime.
At the top of the page, there was an official press statement from the Quest family and documents of proof from the police.
In summary, the negative media related to Imperial Prime was a false rumor somebody had intentionally created. After that, they would be taking legal action against the criminal. Despite the rumors, units in Imperial Prime were sold out yesterday. It only took a total of six days.
The Quest family did not announce the person who came up with the rumor. The police documents did not reveal the individual either.
Xyla knew that this was something her father wanted. If word got out that something like this happened in the Quest family, they would become the laughing stock of this world.
Therefore, Xyla could understand why all of this had to be done.
Since her father had decided to end this episode here, Xyla would respect his decision.
Many internet users were expressing their anger in the comment section below the post about the Quest family.
"Why is the Quest family protecting this criminal? Who the heck is this dog? I feel sorry for the Quest family."
"I hope the person who created this rumor gets cancer. I also hope that he lives for a long time so he can suffer from the illness."
"According to what I know about Imperial Prime's sales, the eldest daughter of the Quest family, Xyla Quest, single-handedly took care of the entire ordeal. Why is this woman so amazing? Six days! That has never happened before in the country!"
"Although they are both from the Quest family, why are Xyla Quest and Emily Quest entirely different? The former is always doing great things while the latter only knows how to mess things up."
When Xyla read through these hateful comments, she instantly stopped feeling sleepy.
After browsing through the page for a long while, Xyla finally closed the article. Right then, she saw the hashtag #ImperialPrimeSoldOut#' on the third spot among the most popular topics. In fact, many people were clicking on the article.
Since Xyla already knew what the article contained, she exited from Weibo and did not bother reading the news articles.
"Beep beep beep-"
At that moment, Xyla received a call from Lana Harrison.
She immediately picked up.
"Emily Quest has put all the blame on herself. As for May Conner, since she refused to admit anything and there is no proof of her involvement, nothing can be done to her. Since Emily is a pregnant lady, she would most probably receive punishment in the form of community service," Lana Harrison said seriously.
Since Xyla had expected things to turn out this way, she did not feel too surprised.
"Pregnant lady?" Xyla snorted coldly with a frown on her face.
"Yeah. I'm sure you understand why. However, there is something I find odd." Lana suddenly lowered her voice seriously.
"What is it?" Xyla asked curiously.
"I heard that someone made sure the duo would not be released anytime soon..." Lana said.
"What?" Xyla was in a state of disbelief when she heard what Lana said.
Apart from her father, Xyla could not think of anyone else who would do that.
Xyla did not expect her father to do such a thing. After all, the wedding was just around the corner. If the police did not release Emily and her mother soon, the two would freak out.
"Is it my father who did it?" Xyla smiled a little and asked.
"I heard it's someone influential. My husband won't tell me who exactly that person is. In fact, that person insisted no keeping the duo locked in there until eleven o'clock on the wedding day! The person even asked the prison to inform the public that they would be released a day before the wedding," Lana added.
Xyla was greatly shocked now.
An influential person? Apart from her father, who else did Emily and her mother get into trouble with?
In fact, informing the public that Emily would be released a day before her wedding was clearly a tactic to prevent the Sullivan family from following through with the wedding.
Moreover, if the wedding were to take place as agreed, and if the time was not changed, Emily and her mother would not have sufficient time to lick their wounds once they were released on the wedding day. That was because Emily would have to attend the wedding at noon. How could she make it in time if she only had an hour?
How badly did this person hate Emily and her mother? It was a dreadful prank.
If this was how things were going, Xyla believed that her father was not behind the entire scheme. Who could it be?
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Chapter 93
All Xyla Quest wanted to tell this person right now was 'good job'.
Xyla began to smile widely. Right then, it seemed almost as if she were brighter than the sun.
"Xyla, are you listening?" Lana Harrison asked.
"Yeah, I am listening. If you can't find out who that person is, I'm sure he must be a big shot." Xyla quickly returned to her senses. Who was this person? He was unbelievably powerful.
"That's for certain. I wonder what Emily and her mother have done to deserve such misfortune. It must be karma," Lana said.
"Yeah," Xyla said.
"They deserve it. I feel happy just thinking about it. Alright, you are probably busy this early in the morning. Aunty shan't bug you any longer," Lana said.
"Alright. Aunty, let's have a chat when we are free. Thank you, Aunty," Xyla said.
"Don't thank me, silly child. It's what I should do anyway," Lana said.
After hanging up, Xyla turned to face the sunlight before stretching her arms out.
When Jeremy Quest came to her mind, she immediately stopped smiling.
***
Once Xyla was done brushing up, she walked out of her room without any make-up on.
Her long, black, wavy hair rested on her shoulders. With fair skin and red lips, her face looked almost like a peach blossom.
Xyla was only wearing an entirely white silk robe. Her fairy-like elegance complimented the simplicity of the outfit.
When Xyla went to the master bedroom, she realized that Jeremy was not there. Hence, she proceeded to walk downstairs to the dining room.
Right then, Jeremy was seated at the dining table while he read the newspaper. There were two glasses of warm milk glasses, sunny side up eggs, sandwiches, vegetable salad, fruit salad, wholegrain bread, and fresh orange juice.
However, Jeremy had not touched any of them.
There was a tired look in his eyes, which he tried to hide behind the newspaper.
Xyla could immediately tell that he did not sleep well last night, making her feel even more saddened.
She hurriedly walked over and sat down next to Jeremy. She pushed her head away from her face casually until they fell over her back.
"Dad, are you okay?" She looked at him gently.
To be honest, she knew he was not in a good state without even asking.
Anyone else in the same position would not be in a good state. Although Jeremy had spoken fiercely to his wife and daughter, he still loved and cared about them.
However, being tricked by the people closest to him, and even going through a painful divorce, Xyla could imagine how bad it felt.
Every human being had feelings.
"Yeah," Jeremy uttered as he put the newspaper down and looked at Xyla blankly.
"The pain will come to pass. I will be by your side," Xyla said while gently holding his hand.
Jeremy's eyes turned red. However, he did not say anything and instead nodded and patted her hand lightly.
After that, Jeremy picked up one of the sandwiches and placed it in front of Xyla.
"Alright, let's eat. Let's not talk about these sad things," he said.
"Alright. Have a little more," Xyla replied with a nod. However, she did not feel better at all.
"Xyla, take a few days off to rest and return to the headquarters after that. Just as I said before, you will become the new sales manager. I hope you can make us proud yet again," Jeremy said as he chewed on his sandwich.
"Alright. I won't let you down," Xyla said confidently.
"Yeah. I have faith in you," Jeremy said.
***
Meanwhile, at the police station, Emily Quest and May Conner had just finished eating and were washing the dishes in front of the kitchen sink.
Thousands of oily chopsticks and bowls were piled up next to them with pieces of leaves all over them.
Chapter 94
Chapter 94
There wasn't a heating system in the kitchen. On top of that, the water from the running tap was as cold as ice.
Emily Quest and May Conner were not even given sponges to wash the dishes. They had to do it with their bare hands.
When the oily leaves got stuck on their hands, the duo felt utterly disgusted.
By now, their hands had already turned purple from the cold. Their bodies were also shivering.
The frowns on their faces were so deep that they could probably kill a fly between their brows.
Right now, they were more affected by the hopelessness they felt inside than the cold they felt physically.
Although they were both aware of the precarious situation they were in, neither of them could come up with a solution to resolve this mess.
Whenever Emily thought of the fact that she was locked in prison until the day of her wedding, she would break down in tears.
When she thought of the idea of losing her father completely, she felt even more hopeless.
May Conner was in a similar situation.
She did not know what she would do if Jeremy Quest insisted on divorcing her.
May was truly afraid of getting a divorce.
She was also clueless as to how she would survive on her own after the divorce.
While it was easy to adjust to the rich's life, it was challenging to adapt to the poor's life.
Could May really stand the drastic change in status after getting a divorce?
After washing a few sets of chopsticks and bowls, Emily gave up. She turned around and glared at the policemen.
"I'm a pregnant lady. Are you sure you can do this to me?" Emily asked angrily.
"My superior said it's fine. That means it's fine. Stop talking nonsense! Otherwise, I'll break your legs!" One of the policemen in charge yelled at her coldly. "Do it if you dare!" Emily seemed dissatisfied.
"Would you like to try? Once I turn off the surveillance camera, I can do whatever I want, and nobody would find out," the other policemen threatened.
Emily immediately felt her scalp prickle as her anger faded away.
Emily turned around in a huff and continued to wash the dishes. There was no way she could vent her unhappy feelings.
She was also unable to cry about how cold she felt.
"Xyla Quest is a b*tch. She'd better not be very happy! Even if things have been resolved, Imperial Prime might not be able to completely sell out all its units. Like I said, a property development with negative media attached to it is difficult to sell. I hope she can't sell a single unit after this! It will all fail in her hands! She will get pimples all over her face from the worry! She will turn into an ugly b*tch!" Emily cursed out loud before she continued to do so in her mind.
Emily wished Xyla was dead right now.
"Yeah, you are right," May snorted.
"If Xyla doesn't manage to sell the rest of the units, Dad will still doubt her abilities," Emily said through gritted teeth.
"Tsk!" One of the policemen rolled his eyes.
"What was that?" Emily frowned and cocked her head at him.
"What? Don't you know that Imperial Prime has already been sold out?" The policemen asked mockingly.
Emily and her mother were instantly in a state of shock.
Neither of them could believe what they had just heard. They never expected to be embarrassed by something like this so soon.
Emily was so angry that she continuously ground her teeth. She immediately dropped the chopsticks in her hands and faced the policeman.
"You must be lying to me. How is that possible?"
How was Xyla able to focus on selling those units when she was in the middle of handling a crisis? Were the house-buyers crazy? Why would they still buy units from a property development that had been negatively affected by the media?
"According to what I heard, it has already been proven that the negative media about Imperial Prime was a false rumor. As of now, the Quest family has already provided the public with investigative reports and various documents of proof from the police. Moreover, the buildings were sold out the day before. All of this was thanks to the eldest daughter in the Quest family, Xyla Quest. Now, everyone is praising her for how capable she is. In fact, many people have compared Emily Quest to Xyla Quest, and have said how worthless Emily Quest is," the policeman explained.
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Chapter 95
Right then, the financial news channel began broadcasting news about the Quest family from the living room.
The words that came to the ears of Emily Quest and May Conner felt like needles pricking their eardrums.
Emily immediately became enraged. She did not understand how Xyla Quest was able to do all this. Why was victory always on her side? Why did good things always surround Xyla?
Xyla must be very happy right now. Emily hated her! She was jealous of her! Emily refused to give up!
May was feeling the same way. In fact, she could not help but think about how Emily would live in the future with Xyla still in the spotlight. If May was kicked out of the house, she was certain that Emily would not have it easy at home.
May was determined not to let something like that happen!
Distracted, Emily accidentally knocked her hand against the metal faucet while washing the dishes.
Her freezing fingers were in great pain.
"Ouch..." Emily cried out in pain before shaking her hand, fervently.
However, it did not feel any better.
"What are you doing? Get back to work!" The prison guard yelled coldly.
"Didn't you see that I..." Emily said.
"I saw what happened. Even so, you'd better get back to work. If I catch you slacking off again, I will teach you a lesson!" The man threatened coldly.
Although Emily was furious and impatient, she had no choice but to take it all without saying a word.
In the end, Emily gritted her teeth and continued to wash the dishes. She was feeling terribly upset.
Finally, tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Emily had never experienced such hardship in her life. It was all because of that b*tch, Xyla Quest! Since Emily was a child, terrible things happened to her as long as Xyla was around. The only time this did not happen was when Xyla turned into a fat and ugly woman.
***
After breakfast, Jeremy Quest went directly to the company.
Although he did not mention a word about his sorrow, Xyla Quest could still feel it from the bottom of her heart.
Xyla could not help but feel bitter. If only Jeremy knew about how heartless May Conner and Emily Quest were.
To make Xyla's life miserable, they were capable of doing anything.
Since Georgie Clementine had informed Xyla about a meeting at ten o'clock, Xyla hurriedly finished her food before running upstairs to put on some simple make-up, get changed, and head out in her sports
car.
Once Xyla arrived at X Entertainment, she texted Five Batton on WeChat to confirm where they would meet in the evening before getting to work.
***
At seven o'clock, Xyla completed the last bit of work before stretching her arms lazily. After that, she looked down at the white Chanel watch around her wrist.
Seeing that it was half an hour before their agreed time of the meeting, she immediately took out her make-up tools from the drawer and quickly applied make-up on her face.
Xyla only put on some foundation and drew her brows. It barely took any effort.
Once she was done with the make-up, she pulled her hair back into a neat high ponytail behind her head.
Her bright forehead was exposed. Although she did not use any highlight on her forehead, it appeared almost as if she did.
Xyla wore a white shirt, coupled with dark skin-tight business formal wear, and black high heels. She seemed both fairy-like and like an experienced businesswoman.
Since the formal wear was fastened around her waist, her great figure was very much accentuated.
With her make-up done, she quickly made her way to With-You Western Diner in her car.
As soon as she walked through the door, heads turned, and all the men in the restaurant were looking at her.
Disregarding those gazes, Xyla continued to run upstairs to Room 2208 as her high heels clicked along on the ground.
When she looked down at her watch, she realized she was there just in time. She was neither a minute early nor a minute late. Without hesitation, Xyla pushed the door open.
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Chapter 96
Stanley Batton was already seated inside.
Dressed in a black oversized shirt and matching black leisure pants, there was a hint of laziness to his calm and composed appearance.
His usual hairstyle of segmenting his hair into two disproportionate sections was changed to a loosely brushed-back style today. It made him look very cool and pleasant to the eyes.
Right then, he had his head lowered as he flipped through the black leather menu with his long and elegant fingers. He was moving neither hastily nor too slowly, which perfectly embodied elegance and nobility.
The chandelier above his head projected a bright light over his fair skin, which now seemed aglow.
From afar, Xyla Quest could feel how unapproachable that person was.
If she had not known his identity, she would have thought he was from an aristocratic family.
After brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Xyla quickly walked over to the seat across him and sat down.
They were sitting on two opposite ends of the long dining table.
Even from a great distance, Xyla could feel the dominant aura from his body.
"You're here," Stanley said before slowly closing the menu and shifting his cold gaze to her face.
"Yeah. Let's order. We can chat while we eat." Xyla began waving at the waiter next to her.
After the orders were made, the waiter left.
Xyla rested her hands on the table with her fingers interlaced as she looked at Stanley.
"Did your day go well?" She asked.
"Yeah," Stanley drawled as he looked at her quietly and calmly.
"Today, I am going to teach you something relatively basic. It's called 'look-smell-ask-cut'," Xyla said.
"Looking refers to observing one's facial expression. Hearing means listening to one's breath. Asking refers to questions about the symptoms. Lastly, cutting means to check the pulse," Xyla explained.
"I'll go into details after we eat. We are one week away from Emily Quest's wedding. You must pay full attention. I am counting on you," Xyla said softly.
Her voice was so soft that Stanley felt as if he would melt.
"Okay," Stanley answered.
"Have you memorized what I taught you the last time? I'm going to check if you have done your homework. Are you ready?" Xyla asked skeptically.
"Yeah. Go ahead." Stanley bared his hands while he lifted his chest proudly.
After that, Xyla began asking question after question. Stanley was able to answer each of them correctly.
After Xyla had asked thirty questions, all of which Stanley answered correctly, she finally believed what he said and raised her thumbs at him. "You really are amazing. You have managed to memorize everything," Xyla said.
"Yeah," Stanley answered.
"How were you able to memorize all that so quickly? Do you have a photographic memory?" Xyla asked admiringly.
"You can say that," Stanley said.
"I'm amazed. To be honest, I was a little worried that you might not take it seriously when I decided to give you these two books," Xyla said. After all, the theoretical knowledge involved was extremely difficult fo people who did not go through medical studies.
"Since you asked me to do it, I naturally must comply," Stanley said calmly before he picked up his lighter and began flipping it around skillfully.
For an instant, Xyla felt as if her heart was going to melt.
"You are a genius. I bet you can learn other things just as quickly," Xyla said with a chuckle.
"Perhaps," Stanley said.
When Xyla looked at the genius before her, she could not help but feel a sense of pity for him.
If this man had not chosen his current pathway, perhaps he would have become an influential leader in the country. A smart person like Stanley couldn't fail at becoming a scientist or even doctor.
***
After dinner, Xyla began explaining the concept of 'look-smell-ask-cut' in detail.
Once the first three concepts were done, Xyla began teaching him how to check a person's pulse.
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Chapter 97
Xyla Quest placed three of her fair, smooth fingers over her wrist before she spoke.
"Cutting refers to pressing down on the vein over here..." She said.
After that, Xyla focused on explaining the basic method of checking a patient's pulse while looking down at her wrist with a focused gaze. While she spoke, she moved her three fingers around her wrist. The way she moved and spoke was solemn.
Never at any point did she take her eyes off her wrist.
After finishing one part of the explanation, she slowly lifted her head to find that the seat across her was now empty.
Immediately, Xyla frowned slightly and turned her head around to look for Stanley.
As soon as she did so, she bumped her face against a warm body.
There was a vague scent of cigarettes and peppermint mixed into one. It was refreshing and unusual.
However, when she noticed what was in front of her, her heart instantly tightened asher face and neck turned red.
Awkward!
This was the second time she had bumped into this part of his body.
If someone had entered the room right then, they would think that she was doing something shameful.
More importantly, was he having an erection again?
"Are you preparing a special reward for me?" Stanley asked as he looked down at her playfully.
"Not at all." Xyla quickly stood up after the shock had passed. She subconsciously took one step back.
However, as she did so, she lost her balance and began to fall backward.
It happened so suddenly that her body turned cold and started to sweat.
At that moment, Stanley quickly reached out and grabbed her by the waist to prevent her from falling.
Due to inertia, Xyla's face rammed into Stanley's chest as her lips pressed against the center of his chest. Xyla's heart began to pound and her face became red and warm.
She subconsciously took in a deep breath before stepping backward and forcing herself to calm down. "Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome," Stanley replied calmly with a smile.
"About that... We... Let's continue. Why did you stand up? To be honest, it would have been fine for you to stay over there," Xyla said quickly to change the topic as she sat down. Although she tried very hard to stop herself from feeling nervous, her heart beat rate would not go down.
"I can see clearer if I'm seated nearby," Stanley said before he pulled a chair out and sat right next to her.
"Alright then..." Xyla shifted slightly away to keep a safe distance from Stanley.
After that, she pressed three of her fingers over her wrist yet again.
"Do this. Place your fingers here..." She said.
Without saying anything, Stanley placed his fingers on his wrist.
"Like so?" He asked.
"Like this... This is the most accurate position. Do you understand?" Xyla said after taking a closer look and moving his fingers around a little.
Stanley nodded as he silently looked at Xyla and waited for her instruction.
Perhaps due to what happened earlier, Xyla felt a little uncomfortable when Stanley looked at her like this.
"Look at my fingers..." Xyla said seriously.
Stanley then shifted his gaze to her fingers.
After that, Xyla continued to explain in-depth the methods of checking a patient's pulse. While she concentrated on explaining, he concentrated on listening.
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Chapter 98
After making each important point, Xyla Quest would pause and ask if there was anything Stanley Batton did not understand. Stanley would always say no.
Soon, midnight came without them realizing it.
Xyla was nearly done with explaining the basics of checking a patient's pulse.
After looking down at her watch, Xyla turned to face Stanley.
Right then, he was paying full attention to her. If she were not careful, she might even get lost in those captivating dark eyes.
After a second of zoning out, Xyla recollected herself.
"I have already explained the most basic stuff. Did you understand all of it?" Xyla asked.
"Yeah," Stanley answered pleasantly.
"Really?" Xyla still felt suspicious.
If that were true, Stanley would be a genius at Chinese medicine. He was probably one in a million.
Nobody in the realm of Chinese medicine could possibly have more talent than him.
"Yeah," Stanley answered.
"You... Are you sure?" Xyla seemed doubtful.
"Yeah," he said.
"If that's the case, why don't you check my pulse?" Xyla asked as she placed her hand on the table.
Without saying anything, Stanley used his hands to shift Xyla's face so that he could look directly at her. Xyla's heart started pounding as soon as he did so.
"What are you doing?" Xyla asked after taking a deep breath. Her body was trembling slightly.
"Didn't you say that the first step was to look?" Stanley asked.
"..." Xyla was speechless.
"Well... Well then, hurry up," she said.
Stanley remained quiet as he continued to hold her face up and examined her.
Since Xyla's face was already rather small, it seemed even smaller in contrast to Stanley's large hands.
"Stick your tongue out," Stanley said after examining her for a minute.
Xyla obediently stuck her tongue out.
After staring at her for a moment, Stanley gently let go of her face. "Do you have period cramps?" He asked.
Xyla's face turned red when the sensitive topic was brought up.
"Yeah." She nodded slightly.
Xyla could not help but feel a greater sense of respect for Stanley.
She could not believe that he really did pick up the knowledge.
Stanley placed three fingers over her wrist without saying anything and carefully examined her with his head lowered.
He had a serious look in his eyes.
To Xyla, Stanley seemed to be glowing when he was focused on something.
Within a minute, Stanley slowly lifted his head and looked at her.
"There isn't any huge problem with you. Your body is merely experiencing a slight chill," Stanley said accurately.
Indeed, Xyla was experiencing a slight chill in her body.
In the past, it used to be a severe case for her. Although she went to the Chinese doctors to get it fixed, the results were not fantastic. Every time her period came, she would suffer great pain, and her body felt chills all over.
However, ever since she met her master in America, her body had recovered under his attentive care.
In recent times, her physical condition had deteriorated a little. Even so, the symptoms were very mild. She would only feel a slight aching sensation in her lower abdomen whenever her period came.
At first, Xyla intended to look after herself better. However, due to her busy schedule, it had been difficult to do so.
Xyla could not help but wonder if he truly had not been exposed to stuff like this before.
"You were accurate down to the last word," Xyla said cheerfully.
"Oh," he answered.
"What about the prescriptions for a slight chill of the body?" Xyla asked. She had told Stanley about the solution when explaining how to check a patient's pulse earlier.
"Eight pieces of sliced ginger, twelve dried dates, and a suitable amount of sugar. Boil these three ingredients in a pot before keeping it on a small flame so that they would all blend. The patient should then drink a bowl of the sweet soup every night before bed. It promotes blood circulation and deters the chill. If that's troublesome, there's another way which is to take a sage herbal foot bath before bed every night," Stanley answered thoughtfully.
Chapter 99
Chapter 99
Stanley Batton had given Xyla Quest the perfect answer yet again.
"Tell me the truth. Have you really not such prior knowledge?" Xyla seemed very doubtful.
"Yes," Stanley answered.
"You are way too smart. Although I think of myself as a genius, I am far slower than you when it comes to learning," Xyla said.
"I'm alright," Stanley said calmly as usual. The look in his eyes had not changed at all.
"Stop being so modest. You're not just alright. You are amazing," Xyla could not resist giving him the thumbs up.
"Oh," Stanley said.
"It's getting late. We'll stop here for today. Tomorrow... Oh, no. It's already past twelve. Therefore, it's a new day. Can we continue tonight?" Xyla asked.
"Sure," Stanley said before standing up slowly and picking up his black windbreaker coat.
He covered her body with the coat and even fastened one of the buttons.
"What are you doing?" Xyla asked.
"It's snowing outside. It'll be cold," Stanley said before walking out of the room.
When Xyla looked at Stanley from behind, she felt a warmth in her heart.
Once she turned around, she noticed that it was snowing heavily outside.
Just as the door was about to shut behind Stanley, Xyla ran after him and caught up with him.
"I don't need it. My car is right outside anyway," Xyla said.
"Stop being so fearless. Your body is affected by a chill right now," Stanley said as he continued to walk down the stairs with his head lowered.
Every man and woman who walked past them would gasp at their good looks.
"Do you want to freeze to death out there in these clothes?" Xyla asked.
"I have a car too. If you don't stop spewing nonsense, our agreement will be cancelled," Stanley said determinedly.
Xyla was speechless for a second. She then ran after him and turned to look at his cold expression.
"I'm the creditor. Shouldn't I be in charge here?" Xyla asked.
According to logic, he should listen to whatever she said.
"Creditor?" Stanley raised his brows a little.
'Hehe.' Stanley chuckled to himself. This was the first time someone said that word to Stanley.
"Am I not your creditor?" Xyla asked.
"Yes," Stanley answered.
"Isn't the salary I'm offering you tempting enough?" She asked.
"It's not enough," he answered.
"..." Xyla was speechless again.
He sure was asking for a lot. If someone did not know him personally, he might think Stanley was a tycoon of some sort.
Xyla was certain that Stanley's boss could not have been able to offer him this much money in a month. Why was this man so wild?
"Five Batton, do you realize how wild you are?" Xyla asked.
"No, I don't," he answered.
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." Xyla was speechless.
Once they arrived at the door, Xyla stopped walking and was prepared to take off the coat and return it to him.
"Be a good girl. Keep it on," Stanley immediately stopped her.
Although Stanley was expressionless, Xyla's heart was still warmed by his tone of voice.
Outside, snow was falling heavily while clouds filled the skies. Beneath the lights all around them, every piece of a snowflake was covered by a layer of golden light. The world seemed perfectly clean and
serene.
Even so, the beautiful snowy scene faded into the background when Stanley was around. Nothing could steal the spotlight away from him.
Before allowing Xyla to react, Stanley took big strides forward as he braced the snowy gusts of wind, leaving deep traces of footsteps behind him.
Perhaps it was because of the beautiful scenery of the night, or maybe the lights were too bright around her, Xyla felt at that moment that the view of Stanley from behind was the most striking view she had seen in the world.
Very soon, Stanley disappeared from Xyla's sight.
After recollecting herself, Xyla quickly got into her red Maserati and drove away.
Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot, a limited-edition black Rolls-Royce limousine was parked underneath a dim light, making it gleam in a low-key yet luxurious fashion.
Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Stanley Batton quickly walked to his car.
As soon as he entered, a cold breeze blew into the car.
Zack Cassidy, who had fallen asleep in the driver's seat, slowly opened his eyes.
Quickly, Zack pushed his golden-framed glasses up his nose-bridge. After checking the time, he glanced at the rearview mirror to look at the aristocratic man in the backseat.
"Fifth Master, has the young madam been teaching you about Chinese medicine the whole time?" Zack asked with a look of disbelief.
"Yeah," Stanley answered.
"And you sat there like a good boy and listened to her the entire time?" Zack was beginning to wonder if he was in a dream.
Zack found it hard to picture Fifth Master sitting next to his wife like a studious child.
When did he become this obedient?
"Do you have a problem with that?" Stanley asked as he raised his brows and looked at Zack's face through the rearview mirror.
Zack immediately felt a chill down his spine.
"No. I wouldn't dare. I was just curious. What did the young madam teach you?" He asked.
"Look-smell-ask-cut." Stanley slowly closed his eyes as he rubbed his forehead.
"How did a man who dealt with a host of problems every day listen quietly to someone for this long?" Zack asked daringly before he turned on the engine.
Zack was beginning to find all this increasingly magical.
"You speak too much," Stanley commented coldly.
"..." Zack took a deep breath and kept his mouth shut out of fear.
"Oh, right. Mr. President seemed a little unhappy today that you refused to attend his state banquet," Zack said.
"Tell him I will visit him personally soon," Stanley said calmly.
"I already told it. He said that he will be having a family party tonight at his place. He invited you over," Zack said.
"Postpone it," Stanley said without hesitation.
Zack was utterly confused.
"Why?" Zack felt lost.
"I'm taking a lesson from my wife," Stanley said with a playful smile.
Zack was shocked. 'Is he really normal? Is he rejecting the President's invitation repeatedly for something like this? Why can't he just take the lesson another time?' Zack thought to himself. "Isn't that inappropriate?" Zack asked carefully.
"If you don't stop talking nonsense, I'll send you over to help build Dragon Hope Primary School," Stanley said.
"..." Zack was lost for words as he continued to drive in silence.
"I'll speak to the president on my own," Stanley added.
"Oh." Zack nodded without saying anything else.
Zack truly felt that their young madam was incomparably powerful.
Not only was she capable of making Fifth Master change his ways, but she could also influence him to get custom-made clothes from international brands and reject the president's invitation. When Zack thought about the clothing issue, he became more depressed.
Some time ago, Zack had approached those brands to come up with custom-made clothes for Stanley. He had to inform the people in charge that Fifth Master wanted the designers to stick a random brand logo over the clothes. Every single brand manager had an odd facial expression on their faces when they heard this.
If it were not because of Stanley's identity, these people would have cursed at Zack. Zack was certain they were cussing in their minds.
"Zack Cassidy," Stanley said.
"Yeah, I'm listening," Zack answered.
"Which is my smallest house?" Stanley asked.
"The smallest one would be either of the two villas with a view of the ocean. Apart from those, you also have a unit with a hundred square meters in a building you bought in Waterfront Court," Zack answered. "These are all too big. And the locations are too good," Stanley said.
"Well... There aren't any other options." Zack shook his head.
"Buy one," Stanley ordered as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zack through the rearview mirror.
"Buy? What sort of a house would you like to buy?" Zack was dumbfounded.