Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
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.