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

smell of freshly

smell and walked into the

kitchen, working their

of thick gloves before carefully taking

him with a large

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

sweet smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between

her head out to steal a glance at the plate. "Wow, the croissants

up early in

touched that he remembered it.

ask me the truth?" Speaking of last night, Xyla instantly clutched Ron's

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

Ron grabbed her wrist. "Let the man do the job. That's what he's supposed to

Batton family, the men

Xyla was

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