Xyla Quest logged onto her QQ Mailbox and clicked on the anonymous email.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to track its IP address.

She found the IP address in the very next second.

However, it was located in the middle of the sea.

She knew that it was a fake IP address. Without wasting any more time on it, she kept on typing to crack the code, going the extra mile to search for the real IP address.

After going through series after series of codes, Xyla finally found the email's actual IP address.

It was from a neighborhood downtown called Fishy Hollow. Block 12, room 706, opposite Fishy Hollow Internet Cafe.

Xyla raised her brows satisfactorily before shutting down her laptop. She then got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She started retching again when she brushed her teeth, throbbing pain in her stomach following soon after.

However, she did not take it seriously. She thought she was too hungry.

After a quick wash, she put on some skincare products and went downstairs.

sunlight poured through the window and lit up the

freshly baked bread

the smell and walked

pacing up and down the kitchen, working their tails off to prepare a delicious meal for

gloves before carefully taking a tray

him with

placing the baking tray on the stove, Ron used a clean cooking tong to transfer

sweet smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between the two reminded Xyla of the good

snuck up behind them and poked her head out to steal a glance at the plate. "Wow, the

early in the morning to make them for

extremely touched that he remembered it.

Ron's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I promise that I won't do this again. I'll come to you if I face any problem." Ron nodded.

it to the dining table." Xyla extended her hand, intending

man do the job. That's what he's supposed to do. All you need to do is

the Batton family, the men cook. It's our

Xyla was

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