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.

the window and lit up

of freshly baked

immediately followed the smell

and Stanley Batton were pacing up and down the kitchen, working their tails off to prepare

taking a tray of freshly baked croissants out

him with

stove, Ron used a clean cooking tong to

smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between the two

snuck up behind them and poked her head out to steal

up early in the morning to make them for you,"

touched that

the truth?" Speaking of last night, Xyla instantly clutched 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."

it to me. I'll take it to the dining table." Xyla extended

grabbed her wrist. "Let the man do the job. That's what he's supposed to do. All you need to do is to

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

Xyla was

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