Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1810

Mary Sullivan instantly became quiet.

A few seconds later, Mary turned to look at Cain Hollander. “Just wait and see... she’s doomed.”

Cain nodded repeatedly, not daring to argue with her.

In the meantime, Mary seemed smug.

“Why are you still here?” One of the bodyguards yelled at her when he saw that she still hadn’t left.

Seeing Mary’s face compelled him to slap her.

Mary immediately straightened her facial expression. “Can’t I sit around?”

‘I want to sit here and see Xyla’s corpse,’ Mary thought.

“Get lost, you’re not welcome here. You’re an annoying sight,” the bodyguard said.

Mary slowly stood up but made no effort to leave.

The bodyguard couldn’t be bothered to waste time on her, so he directly turned around.

Mary sneered in satisfaction before shifting her gaze to the bottomless mine entrance.

Frederick Shaw had a worried expression on his face. He sighed while looking at the mine entrance. “I hope nothing happens to this kid… she’s such a wonderful girl.”

‘Please let something bad happen to Xyla, God. Please make my wish come true,’ Mary thought to herself when she heard what he said.

Right then, they could hear the sound of the elevator moving, the sudden buzzing sound attracting their rapt attention.

Those who were worried about Xyla felt relieved.

Each of them had a look of anticipation in their eyes, except for Mary who seemed disappointed.

Her hope was gone.

The huge shift in emotions made it difficult for Mary to recover quickly.

Why was she always capable of doing so?

Xyla glared coldly at Mary, who stood behind everyone.

After that, she addressed the people who seemed worried about her. “It’s safe down there now... you can come down at any time.”

“Ms. Quest, is there nothing down there? Not even booby traps?” Frederick had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

He truly had not met a single person who managed to venture into underground tombs and make it back alive.

Usually, professionals were required to explore underground tombs, those with experience to study the environment thoroughly and make calculated approaches before they began.

How could an amateur like Xyla do it?

Was Xyla a professional?

At that instant, Frederick felt a great sense of respect toward her.