Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

“Xyla, take Stan next door to take a look,” said Jeremy.

“Okay…”

This was perfect, as she had just wanted to pull Five Batton away on some pretext to talk to him anyway. Stanley leisurely stood up and tipped his head down politely. “Dad, I’ll be back soon.”

Jeremy waved them off. “Go on, go on.”

Xyla latched onto his arm affectionately as the two left the house. Out the door, Xyla led him to her Maserati. Once the car door was closed, Xyla pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly, her expression a little sullen. “Why did you tell my dad that you’ll be residing in the country permanently? See how everything has spiraled out of control once you said that.”

Stanley looked indifferent. “I didn’t think too much.”

Xyla put her hands up in defeat. “Forget it… It’s my fault too for not briefing you properly.” Unable to suppress her suspicions, she looked at him and asked, “Did you do it on purpose?”

“On purpose? Would that benefit me in any way?” he asked in return, looking nonchalant.

“Like you want to be with me, for example,” said Xyla.

Stanley’s lips curled into a mysterious smile, his eyes gradually darkening. Too much intelligence in a woman was sometimes a headache.

too much?

can only do as my father says for now.” She let out a long sigh before turning to him with a serious expression.

“I’ll think about it.”

up an eyebrow, then turned to look out the window. A mischievous smile

my earlier question, are you?” Xyla asked cautiously with her ever-so-tender

“No,” he answered.

think? You have to

cohabitate with me?” he asked, looking calmly

sound so ambiguous to

teasing me, right? Can you be a little

“I’m very serious.”

okay? The mansion is huge and has many rooms. We can just each pick a room… And not disturb each other. You can think of it as a temporary hotel. Your daily life

in through the side

can increase your pay. I’ll top-up another fifty thousand, so you’ll be getting two hundred and fifty thousand every month. That’s enough, right?” she added, terrified of his

“Oh…”

a surge of delight. “Does that mean