"Stan won't mind about it, right?" Sebastian Brenand grinned.

"I call the shots at home. No worries," Xyla Quest replied playfully.

Sebastian gave her a thumbs-up. "Cool. I respect you."

"Have you gotten over her yet? I notice that you're getting much better now." Xyla asked concernedly.

"Oh yeah, I'll have someone to send the contracts regarding your investment and your role as Elvenia to your office later." Sebastian changed the subject.

"Alright, sure." Xyla nodded lightly. "I'd better get going. I've disturbed you for too long."

Sebastian immediately got up from the couch. "Let's go. I'll walk you to the parking lot."

Xyla stole a glance at his desk full of files and papers. "It's okay. I guess you have more important things waiting for you to do."

Following that statement, she stalked out of the office and took the elevator to the first floor.

Her phone vibrated as soon as she got into the car.

Seeing Ron Batton's name on the screen, Xyla immediately answered the call, her soft lips subconsciously curving upward into a genuine smile. "Hey, Grandpa."

that they're going to hold a grand jewelry exhibition at Kingstell, Country Y. Do you want to

asked excitedly when

o'clock

Xyla wanted to give Stanley Batton

lonely at home. Why don't you come to our place for dinner tonight? I'll ask your mother-in-law to make some dumplings for you," Ron suggested. "Okay, sure," Xyla agreed without hesitation.

***

Two days later.

o'clock in the morning, Xyla went to the airport under her bodyguards'

had dressed up especially

chosen a pair of white ballerina flats to match her canary-yellow plaid

was light yet delicate. Her long wavy hair was styled into a high ponytail, revealing her smooth and shiny

just like a young, adorable high school

Country

driver and several bodyguards to pick her up at the airport and take her to Kingstell International

three o'clock in the afternoon when she reached

car. She then pulled out

was on the third

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