Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 510

"Is it a good idea to put on fireworks like this? I don't know what's the hype with this group of people here. Besides, wouldn't it disturb people late at night?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The person who commented about it sure is jealous. What do you mean by disturbing people? Are there even people living around Rosales Manor? I can't stand these keyboard warriors. Go to hell."

"I want to know who Rosales Manor belongs to within half an hour!"

"I want to know who Rosales Manor belongs to within ten minutes! Also, what does it look like inside the manor?" Netizens were saying all sorts of things. Some mentioned insulting things, while others were simply shocked.

A lot of people were also curious about who Rosales Manor belonged to.

The show of fireworks that lasted the entire night had drawn an extreme amount of attention to Rosales Manor. Everyone was now curious about who the manor belonged to and what the manor looked like on the inside. Xyla Quest briefly looked at the comments before exiting the topic.

After taking another glance at the list of trending topics, she realized this topic about fireworks had gone up to fifth place.

Xyla didn't pay any further attention to it. Instead, she turned to look at Stanley Batton, who was driving. "What happened last night became a huge deal on Weibo. It's on the list of trending topics, and it's climbing up the list rapidly. As of now, it's already on the fifth spot."

Stanley held her hand and kissed it with his head lowered. "Oh? What are they saying?" He asked with interest.

"Some are in awe, while others are saying insulting things. A lot of people are also curious about who the manor belongs to, and they are even begging for information about the manor," Xyla said truthfully. "Oh." Stanley didn't appear disturbed in the slightest. It felt as if he had grown used to the overwhelming attention.

"Stanley Batton," Xyla said.

"Call me 'husband'," Stanley said.

"Husband."

"Yes."

"Thank you for having a memorable birthday celebration with me," Xyla said.

"As I should."

"It feels great to have you," Xyla added.

"You're very sweet," Stanley had a gorgeous smile on his face. "You're as sweet as you are up here and down there," he added.

Xyla felt an electric shock in her heart as her face turned red. "Shut up!"

"I like how you look when you're embarrassed." Stanley lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand once more.

Xyla took a deep breath before looking away and avoiding his gaze.

Her heart was beating wildly after she heard what he said.

***

When Xyla and Stanley entered the hotel's private dining room, Jeremy Quest, May Conner, Emily Quest, and Tom Sullivan were there.

There was a double-layered cake with swan sculptures on top in the center of a large, round table.

The room had a traditional design that reminded one of an influential family's dining room in ancient times.

There was an antique bronze, flower-carved incense burner with sandalwood incense burning in it on the classical windowsill. The elegant scent wafted throughout the room.

As soon as Emily saw Xyla, a look of hatred appeared in her eyes. However, it very quickly disappeared, and Emily seemed to be melancholic once more. She seemed extremely depressed.

Tom, on the other hand, seemed to be in a very good mental state. He must have recovered quite well from psychological trauma, and he was now able to interact with women normally. Xyla was quite surprised that Tom showed up.

From what she knew, he had not given Emily a good time ever since she moved in with the Sullivan family a while ago.

Xyla didn't expect that he would be willing to accompany Emily here today.

When Tom saw Xyla and Stanley holding each other's hands tightly, a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Xyla managed to catch sight of the look of disappointment in his eyes.

Apart from replaceing it funny and disgusting, she didn't feel any other emotion.

Meanwhile, Emily also noticed the look in Tom's eyes. Her feelings of jealousy and hatred reached an all-time high. Under the tablecloth, her hands had balled tightly into fists.