Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Chapter 132

At that moment, Xyla Quest felt that Stanley Batton was like her hero.

Every word he said would make her feel better.

In fact, she even felt as if he were an umbrella that protected her from the wind and rain.

Xyla had met many people over the years during her travels. However, none of the men she had met made her feel safe in such a way.

When May Conner and Emily Quest heard the word ‘prison’, they immediately felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Since they had just come out from that hellish place, they knew all too well how much suffering they would have to go through there.

Even if they did not have to suffer as much, it would not be a good idea to go back to prison.

If things got worse, Jeremy Quest would only hate them even more.

Right then, Emily and May were in a difficult position. It seemed as though whatever they did would turn out badly for them.

Meanwhile, they were beginning to feel the burning gaze from everyone around them.

The anger they felt immediately subsided and was replaced with fear instead.

May took a deep breath as she tried to remain calm.

“Must you do this?” She asked Stanley.

“…” Stanley did not say a word. All he did was stare at the women coldly, showing them that he would not change his mind.

Although he was not speaking, the aura around him was enough to make the people around him shiver in fear.

“Sorry,” May said with a deep frown on her face as she lowered her head. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Many of the members of the audience could not resist rolling their eyes at May.

Once again, the crowd began murmuring among themselves.

Even if May did not turn her head around, she knew how nasty their gazes were. She felt deeply embarrassed by herself.

If May had known that this would happen, she would not have done what she did earlier.

Xyla was truly a cruel b*tch.

Stanley raised his brows and looked deeply into May’s eyes. However, he did not say anything. Instead, he put his arm over Xyla’s shoulders.

“You were too soft. My wife didn’t hear you,” Stanley said calmly.

At that moment, Xyla felt that Stanley was the coolest man on earth.

All the negative emotions she had been bottling up suddenly faded away.

Due to his presence, Xyla no longer had to do anything. All she needed to do was remain silent and observe as he acted as her enemy’s prosecutor.

“Stanley Batton, don’t go too far. I am your elder after all,” May said through gritted teeth.

“…” Stanley smiled a little as he fixed his gaze upon May’s face. He made it clear he was not going to change his mind.

May was upset that she was thoroughly embarrassed in public.

After glaring at Stanley Batton, she took a deep breath and turned to face Xyla.

“Sorry!” She said loudly.

Meanwhile, the people around May were still pointing at her as they whispered to each other. There was no way for her to hide from the looks they were giving her.

May had never been this embarrassed in her life. She hated Xyla’s husband greatly!

After Stanley adjusted his suit, he turned to look at Xyla.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Xyla nodded slightly.

After that, Stanley pressed the button for the lift. After it arrived, they got in and left with everyone watching, leaving the mess behind them.

As soon as the lift’s doors closed, everything in the world returned to its peaceful state.

Xyla looked at Stanley with a smile on her face.

“Thank you, Five Batton. Thank you for pretending to be my husband. You did such a good job too. Also, thank you for blowing off steam on my behalf,” she said.

Xyla was very grateful for what Stanley did.

“Does it hurt?” He asked with a frown as he touched her swollen cheek with his fingertip.

“It’s fine,” she said.

“Georgie, get ready to act,” Xyla sent a WeChat message to Georgie Clementine after a moment.

The lift was moving downward at a fast pace.

Meanwhile, neither of them said a word as they observed the changing numbers on the lift screen.

After they arrived on the first floor, Stanley looked over at a genuine black leather couch.

“Sit over there and wait for me,” he said, jutting his chin in the couch’s direction.

“Why?” Xyla asked.