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.

Xyla by

the whole process, their bodyguards protected them by standing

took his eyes off

watched her dance through the

emptying a glass of alcohol, a woman with thick

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

alone cost several tens of

that

the dance floor, a few of her

shown them an 'okay' gesture with

their eyes on Stanley. None of them dared to approach him. She was the only one who confidently said she would

girl who likes you... If you're keen, we could get a room

don't have

you joking with me, handsome? Your watch is probably worth all

me any cash," Stanley replied. He

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

problem with that?" Stanley

cold demeanor immediately caused the

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