Although Emily Quest had spent so much money on Josh Batton, she never received this kind of treatment from him. Each time, she could only look at Josh from afar. Now, Xyla was able to do something Emily could only dream about with ease. What right did Xyla have to do that?

After the ribbon was cut, Josh proceeded to leave while Xyla walked into the sales gallery behind her with a group of people.

When Emily saw this, she hurriedly got out of her car and made her way through the crowd to the sales gallery. Emily was here to watch Xyla get embarrassed and see how downtrodden Xyla would be once she realized the harsh reality.

Suddenly, the sales gallery became packed. When Xyla saw that the salespeople were fully occupied, she decided to join them as she began introducing the property's information to customers.

Emily watched with disdain. However, instead of moving closer, she stayed by the door and observed silently.

'So what if there are a lot of people? They are just here to enjoy the show. How many of them could afford to buy the units? None of the people here look really rich anyway.

"Xyla Quest... Today, you will realize how naïve you really are," Emily murmured to herself through gritted teeth.

As soon as Emily finished her sentence, many of Josh's fans were ushered by salespeople to sign their contracts. In fact, they did not even bother listening to the explanations. Groups of customers took turns to get their contracts signed one after another.

Emily was beginning to doubt herself. "What the hell is going on?"

Why were things not going as she had expected?

Emily quickly approached Xyla and pulled her away from the crowd. "Did you hire those people to buy houses?"

"Why don't you go with them and replace out?" Xyla said coldly.

"Even if that's not true... I doubt you would be able to sell half of the units in a day." Emily was determined to think this way.

Right then, Sharon Lindt and a dozen rich wives entered the sales gallery. Each of them was dressed in clothes from expensive international brands and had light make-up on. Clearly, their outfits were properly planned.

Meanwhile, Sharon, who led the group in the front, was the most attractive among them. She wore a bright, rose-red coat, a white knitted sweater with a large butterfly knot, black skin-tight pants, and black boots. With her hair tied into a ponytail, coupled with her great physique, she seemed almost like a teenage girl.

Despite the crowd and clutter all around, Sharon was able to spot her daughter-in-law, Xyla, at one glance.

Nobody else in the crowd shone as brightly as Xyla. When Sharon saw how Xyla approached each customer with ease and grace, she felt extremely proud.

Xyla looked even better than she did in her photos. The longer Sharon looked at her daughter-in-law, the more she found her appealing and likable.

Sharon was barely able to take her eyes away from Xyla.

Right then, Sharon stopped walking and pointed in Xyla's direction while she turned to look at her friends. "Do you see her? That lady in the pink tuxedo is my daughter-in-law. Isn't she pretty? Isn't she attractive?"

Sharon was behaving as if she were proudly showing off her favorite idol to her friends. Her eyes glimmered when she looked at Xyla.

Very soon, the rich wives all spotted Xyla Quest. They were clearly admiring her just as much.

"Sharon, you really are fortunate to have such a pretty and capable daughter-in-law."

"Yeah. Why does this lady look like an angel who had descended from the heavens?"

Sharon became even more proud when she heard the compliments.

"Yeah... I think so too." Sharon's face was glowing.

"Alright, remember not to expose my identity later. Do you understand?" Sharon reminded them seriously.

The others nodded and gave her an 'OK' gesture with their hands.

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