Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
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.