Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 2188

Xyla Quest seemed as fresh-faced as ever, even though she hadn't reapplied any makeup since she left the house that morning. Discovering that her makeup hadn't faded at all, she had to admit that the cosmetics she recently purchased were very long-lasting. However, since she had a photoshoot, she reapplied a bright red lipstick to make sure her photos would look great later. She had naturally fair skin, and with the bright red lipstick, her complexion seemed even brighter.

The striking red color instantly made her seem elegant.

Someone knocked on the door again just as she finished reapplying lipstick.

"Come in."

Freda entered, escorting the interview crew from HC Magazine into her office.

A female journalist led the group, wearing a lapel mic as two photographers and a gaffer trailed behind her.

As they entered, they first saw Xyla before noticing Stanley Batton, making them gasp.

People like him didn't require much effort to make others feel intimidated.

The journalist hastily led her team over to Xyla, smiling after casting a furtive glance at Stanley.

"Ms. Quest, shall we begin the interview now?"

Xyla nodded and made a welcoming gesture. "Let's go to the room next door."

The journalist nodded her approval before mustering the courage to glance at Stanley again. "Ms. Quest, since Mr. Batton is here, can we interview him, too?" Xyla shook her head to indicate that her husband wasn't keen.

The other woman nodded

respectfully, and then the entire party followed Xyla into the next

room. She couldn't resist turning et

around for one last peek at the imposing man once more as she went.

He was staring intently at his phone, so he paid her no heed.

She sighed to herself while her gaze lingered on the unapproachable man. Stanley Batton was a really handsome man.

She hastily looked away and forced herself to gather her wits about her.

Inside the other room, a large fruit basket rested on a table in front of a modern-looking screen.

Further behind the screen, there was a huge bed where Xyla usually napped.

She led the journalist to the table,

and the others scattered to set things up. The gaffer began setting up the lighting equipment while the photographers adjusted thei cameras to point toward the table.

The journalist carefully clipped on a lapel mic for Xyla to get her ready.

She then quickly cut to the chase. "I saw many folders on your table. Are those what you need to go through within a day?"

Xyla nodded. "Yeah, but I'm almost done. I think there are about a dozen left."

She seemed shocked when she heard this. "You're amazing! I thought being the president of a company was an easy job." Xyla chuckled. "There isn't a profession with easy jobs in the world."

The journalist nodded instantly. "That's true. Would Mr. Batton frequently keep you company at work?"

"No, he'd come by occasionally and usually leave after a short while. Today's an exception, I guess," Xyla answered truthfully.

She seemed enthusiastic when she heard this. "Why is today an exception? Is his schedule clear today?"

Xyla shook her head. "Not exactly, he

always has a busy schedule. But, as you know, I recently delivered, so l'ye been resting for a long while because of that. Work piled up we've spent less time with each other due to our work

commitments."