Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 839

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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.