Xyla Quest immediately explained to Stanley Batton how he met Christopher Lancelot and why he brought her here to race.

The man remained expressionless after listening to her explanation.

Xyla knew that he was jealous.

She threw her arms around his neck and pouted. "Don't be angry with me. Okay?"

Stanley sighed helplessly. "Xyla, what should I do with you?"

Sometimes, he really did not know what to do with her.

No matter how angry he was, his heart instantly melted when she was affectionate.

There were times when he compromised just by looking at her face.

Xyla's smile widened. "Hmm... If you have no idea what to do with me, keep on spoiling me like a princess then."

Stanley's soft lips gradually curved upward into a

good now?" Xyla asked. "You're not jealous anymore,

and teased, "You're really something,

go home?"

the car and departed right

and the rest

an arrow released from a bow, the black Bentley Arnage whizzed through the highway with a fleet of

if they were going

sped all the

that the

Batton had

front of the coffee table, playing

she caught sight of

had doubted him because

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