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

of freshly baked bread

smell and walked

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

carefully taking a tray of freshly

with a large

used a clean cooking tong to transfer the croissants onto the large plate one by

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

her head out to steal a glance at the

he got up early in the morning to make them

that he remembered it. "Thanks,

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

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

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

family, the men cook.

again, Xyla was

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