Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Stanley Batton's huge order in the store had successfully drawn the attention of countless people once again.

All of them were stunned.

This was especially true for the other salesgirls from the nearby stores. How they wished they were in the Dior store to witness that historical moment.

The two of them remained seated in the store, waiting for the salesgirl to calculate the bill. After all their bags had been packed, Stanley left his home address as well as his phone number and hand in hand, he led Xyla out of the store under the attention of the crowd.

As they walked, Stanley glanced at the other stores coldly and asked, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Grabbing Stanley's hand instantly, Xyla Quest strode off while pulling Stanley behind her. "What else do you want to buy? Control yourself, my lord."

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Xyla's response was to simply roll her eyes at him. "Do you think I'm a shopaholic? It's not easy to make money so spend your money wisely, okay?"

"Why are you acting like a pesky housekeeper?" Stanley stroked her hair gently, his eyes were full of love for her.

"You have a problem with that?" Xyla asked in a low voice.

not." Stanley

could hardly stop

shoulder. "Are

her head firmly. "I'm very

continued to hug

two of them, many customers, who were strolling around the mall, started gabbling and jabbering

husband is this? Besides being handsome, he's spoiling her wife like a

I'd be laughing and giggling even when

whereas the lady is beautiful, they're definitely the perfect match as they walk together. The two of them must have saved the galaxy in

couple had returned to their car, Stanley drove Xyla to

the underground garage

cars, all of which were luxury

first glance, there were around thousands of branded

were numerous classical models in the garage, which Xyla believed were antique cars from