Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Xyla Quest's speech won a round of applause from the crowd.

Everyone was looking at her with admiration and approval in their eyes.

Especially Rebecca Robin, who was literally on the verge of becoming Xyla's fan. She could not take her eyes off Xyla. She had never imagined that Xyla would be so knowledgeable about this field at such a young age.

Not only did she clearly explain the origin of the silver censer, she even managed to recall the sad, beautiful love story behind it.

Xyla calmly sat down in the midst of the applause. Her eyes landed on Mary Sullivan as nothing had happened.

Mary was about to explode with anger at this moment so she totally did not notice Xyla was looking at her. She was just staring at the silver censer on the auction stage with a gloomy dark face.

Her intention of passing the question to Xyla was to make a fool out of her. Little did she know, not only did she fail to embarrass Xyla in front of everyone but she had also thrusted her into the limelight.

And it was in front of so many dignitaries! What was going on with Xyla? Why was she so into antiques all of a sudden?

Did she not use to be uninterested in antiques at all? Why was she turning into a completely different person now? Mary felt like her face was being slapped by Xyla once again, and her face was almost smashed and mushy. When she thought of this, the rage in her heart began to rise and blood red color seared through her face.

The change in Mary's expression was perfectly captured by Xyla. She was in a really good mood just by looking at her.

to continue tangling with Xyla on an occasion like this. Thus, she returned her concentration onto the antique

coldly and she did

girl over there, not only is she as gorgeous as a flower, but she's also very insightful indeed. She's definitely endowed

most importantly she does know a lot at such a young age..." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

gentlemen in the hall were absolutely generous

receive so many praises

were like honey to Xyla but arsenic to Mary. Each sentence seemed to carry poison with it, causing her eardrums hidden deep inside to sting and ache like crazy upon falling into her ears. Apart from that, Mary's hands had clenched

come over to me after the auction is over, I will give you the delicate gift prepared by our auction house... Without further ado,

bid against each other as soon

up to seven and a

censer hit this high price, there were only

to raise her

lady sitting at the table next to her raised the paddle

auction paddle again. "Eight