Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1088

“Then, let him die, and stop calling me,” Zavien Shaw said.

After that, he immediately blocked the number and entered the theme park with a cold expression on his face.

The moment he turned around, his eyes had unknowingly become red.

***

By the time Xyla Quest returned to Atlantis, it was already past six o’clock.

The golden sunset was hanging halfway in the sky, and the world seemed to be enveloped in a warm golden glow.

In Atlantis, the temperature dropped significantly after the sunset.

At this moment, her sports car’s roof was open. A cool breeze blew against her, and it made her feel refreshed.

Since it was just after working hours and time for dinner, the entire road was congested by the time she arrived in the city center.

After a while, traffic came to a complete standstill.

Hence, Xyla could only wait silently.

After waiting for a long while, and seeing that the traffic in front of her still wasn’t moving, Xyla took her phone out and began to scroll through TikTok.

As soon as she opened TikTok, she saw a video of herself on the road in her red Maserati with its roof opened.

The video was taken from behind.

The head-on wind blowing against her black ponytail made it swerve along.

Xyla was wearing a pure-white dress with tight straps, and her back appeared slim and attractive.

In the video, a man’s voice could be heard. “Look at her in her twenties, and then look at me. She’s driving a Maserati while I’m…”

As soon as he said that, the man shifted the camera to his steering wheel that showed the car’s pentagon-shaped logo.

Xyla’s outfit and the scenery outside were both from today.

She figured that somebody must have taken the video while she was driving back to the city.

Since Xyla was used to this, she didn’t even bother to look at them.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Stanley Batton was on his laptop in his office, holding a meeting with employees from each department in the company.

The computer screen was divided into several tiles.

Each tile represented one department, and every single tile seemed occupied with people in their seats.

Stanley wore a white shirt and a pair of black pants. There wasn’t a single crease on his clothes from head to toe.

His black hair was brushed to the back loosely, and he looked both cool and handsome.

He seemed extremely focused. With a cold look in his eyes, coupled with his strong aura, it was sufficient to keep everyone on their toes.

The employees from each department were sitting upright as they listened to what he said.

Even if he wasn’t in front of them, none of them dared to take this meeting lightly.