"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.

soon as he saw her. He plodded on with

door,"

returning to

forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Brother Sullivan, these few days

her away in disgust. He pulled out a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully

could sense his psychotic hatred of her from his

virus? Or was she

disinfect himself

calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside

Dad

chided in

me?" A smug expression was etched upon

normally perform in

dare think about

down and tell Mom and Dad

Emily spoke, she bumped him with her elbow and pretended to march out of the

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

through her

she recollected herself in the

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