Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"I think she should look at least as pretty as Xyla Quest, right?"

"Don't beat around the bush, you all. Just say that you're jealous of Xyla Quest because she can be friends with Josh Batton."

Xyla Quest did not notice it, but her soft lips had stretched to a smile again as she scrolled through the comment section.

After briefly reading a couple more comments, she exited the app and glanced at Stanley Batton. "Speaking of which, let's go to your parents' house tonight. I want to talk to Dad." Stanley's eyes were brimmed with curiosity. "Why? What's the matter?"

"Here's the thing. Your brother came to me this morning, hoping that I could do him a favor. He asked me to persuade Dad to go to his concert... He wants to prove to Dad that his job isn't just about looking handsome... He wants him to notice his hard work," explained Xyla. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Okay, then. We'll have dinner at my place tonight," Stanley said.

"Alright, sure."

Stanley decided to pull up by the roadside when he passed by a bubble milk tea store. He looked at the bubble milk tea francaise across the street. "Do you want some bubble milk tea?"

The street was bustled with crowds, and many people were lining up in front of the bubble milk tea store.

That was her favorite bubble milk tea brand.

Xyla did not have an appetite for bubble milk tea at all. Nevertheless, she could not stand the temptation as

said, "But there are so many people in line. Don't you have a job on

it for you. Wait for me

"Okay."

of the car and walked across the busy street, heading straight to

In addition to his gorgeous face, his

for the young girls in the queue, who could hardly take their eyes

any less about them. Without paying any heed to the crowd, he joined the queue and

tall and perfect back, she felt her

most beautiful thing there. Whether it was the lively streets or the exquisitely decorated shops, all of them were merely his backdrop under his

to overshadow

They were

were constantly turning around to study

lord, what kind of perfect man is

the kind of stunning,

star? Or is he a model? Look at his