"Are you sure you're not going to tell Xyla about it?" Ron Batton asked.

"Please don't let her know," Stanley Batton mumbled.

Ron managed a curt nod, then patted Stanley's shoulder.

***

Meanwhile, something unusual was about to happen at the Sullivan family's house.

Emily Quest was sitting in front of the dressing table, earnestly applying her favorite lipstick.

Her lips were bright red, matching very well with her heavy makeup and her black straight hair. She looked demonically flirtatious in that red, short silk halter dress.

Knock knock knock...

Someone was knocking at the door.

Smirking, Emily casually wiped the overdrawn lipstick off the corner of her lips and stole a glance at the door through the mirror. "Come in..."

Soon, the door was pushed open.

with a gloomy face until he reached

the door,"

returning to the doorway and closing the

the door was closed, Emily lunged forward and threw her arms around

what?" Tom pushed her away in disgust. He pulled out a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on

psychotic hatred

she a virus? Or was she

need to disinfect

to maintain a serene and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside her. "So... I want you to make

Mom and Dad about what you did. I shall find the police

chided in

it with me?" A smug expression was etched upon Emily's

had now overcome his psychological fear of women after the treatment and could normally perform in his sexual life, he did not want to touch Emily. She was

dare think

tell Mom and Dad now...

with her elbow

instantly grabbed her wrist and threw her to the ground recklessly. "Emily! Are you f*cking

pulsed through her veins, blurring her

recollected herself in the very next

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