Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 844

"I think you're right. Judging from the way Stanley Batton treats you, I honestly don't believe that he hates you.

"I think he's sincere. I understand men the most. If a man hates a woman, he'd never be so nice to her no matter how much wealth and glory she brings to him."

Christopher Lancelot strongly agreed with Xyla Quest. His admiration for her intelligence was only amplified as he spoke.

"Let me put it this way. I think you shouldn't be downhearted for the time being. Gather your thoughts and ask Stanley the truth. It's better to ask him directly," Christopher added. Xyla nodded obediently. She couldn't agree more.

For a moment, she felt relieved...

She really hoped that everything was just like what she had told Christopher.

No matter what the truth was, she should confront it and talk to Stanley about it face to face.

It was unfair to condemn Stanley based on that recording alone.

Thinking of this, Xyla immediately turned to look at Christopher. "Thank you for helping me to get this problem straightened out. Thanks for bringing me here to vent my frustration too." Christopher raised his hand, intending to stroke her hair. However, he changed his mind in the end. His hand froze about a centimeter away from her head.

He secretly withdrew his hand and shrugged. "It's the least I can do..."

"Give me a call if you're in a bad mood next time. I'll be there for you in return," Xyla replied.

"Sure." Christopher grinned. "I'll send you back first. Talk to him after you get home, alright? Don't worry so much. Follow your heart, and everything will be fine.

"Call me if you need help." As Christopher spoke, he grabbed Xyla's phone and unlocked it with her fingerprint. After that, he opened her contact app and saved two new numbers.

He named the first number 'Handsome Master Lancelot 1' and the other 'Handsome Master Lancelot 2'.

Xyla did not know whether to laugh or to cry when she saw that. Her mood was lifted instantaneously.

Seeing Xyla's lovely smile, Christopher's heart instantly leaped in joy.

He placed the phone back into her palm and beamed at her. "It's good to see you smile... Alright, time to send you home. Your man must be really anxious now." "Okay." Xyla nodded. "Wait a minute. You don't have to send me home. I can drive on my own after I pick up my car."

"Cut it out. Do you think I'd let you drive alone in the middle of the night?"

"It's fine..."

"Don't mention it again. Let's go."

Christopher got out of her car and got back to his car with that out of the way.

Xyla took off her racing suit and carefully folded it. She put it back into the glove compartment before starting the car.

Right at this moment, ear-splitting engine roars echoed from a distance.

Numerous car headlights shone brightly upon her.

Suddenly, her vision was painted in white, as if the flashes from the headlamps had illuminated her world.

Xyla peered at the rear-view mirror and found several sports cars accelerating in her direction.

The car headlights were too blinding, so she could not see the car plate numbers, not to mention the people in the cars.

Nonetheless, her intuition had already told her the identity of the people in the car.

Xyla immediately unbuckled her seat belt and gracefully got out of the car.

She calmly stared at the advancing sports car, the dazzling lights making her squint subconsciously.

A few seconds later, several sports cars surrounded her and pulled up in a circle.