Very soon, the hall became noisy again. Everyone was drinking and dancing, and nobody paid attention to what happened earlier.

Sharon Lindt quickly turned Xyla Quest around. She placed both hands on Xyla's shoulders and looked at her admiringly.

"Xyla, let me have a good look at you. You seem like a quiet girl, but why did you look so on fire when you danced earlier? Did you take dancing lessons at school? I never knew you were so good at dancing," Sharon said.

Xyla shook her head. "No... I only started learning when Grandpa was helping me recover."

"What? Alright. Perhaps, you are naturally gifted." A look of shock appeared in Sharon's eyes. "Mom... You should stop praising me so much." Xyla touched her hair embarrassedly.

"How could I not praise you? Xyla, I admire you and feel proud of you a lot..." Sharon said.

Sharon never held back when she praised Xyla.

Stanley Batton, on the other hand, kept quiet and looked at Xyla affectionately.

"Xyla, let's dance for a while longer, shall we? Can you teach me that dance move earlier?" Sharon's eyes were full of excitement.

"Sure," Xyla said.

"Be careful, you two," Stanley said seriously.

quickly pulling Xyla by her hand and running

the whole process, their bodyguards protected them by

took his

watched her dance

woman with thick makeup walked up to

while looking at Stanley. "Hey, handsome... Are you alone? Would you be so kind as to buy me a drink?" she asked. Stanley was wearing branded clothes and accessories all over

was wearing alone cost several tens of

the woman decided that

the dance floor, a few of her

had confidently shown them an 'okay' gesture

of them dared to approach him. She was

likes you... If you're keen, we could get a room upstairs and

don't have money..."

Your watch is probably worth all the rooms in the

wife didn't give me any cash," Stanley replied.

funny... Are you afraid of your wife?" the woman

a problem

demeanor immediately caused

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