The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 555

Wherever Stanley Batton and Xyla Quest went, all eyes were on them.

Emily Quest could no longer sit still. She got up right away and quickly made her way to the restroom to freshen up.

When Bailey Ronson saw Emily going to the restroom, she too got up and went after her.

As soon as Emily entered the restroom, she walked to a window inside before angrily clenching her fist and punching the windowsill.

Despite the pain she felt in her knuckles, she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

If it weren’t because of where she was, she would have lost control and shouted out loudly.

‘Xyla Quest… You b*tch. Why are you always so lucky?’ Emily thought to herself as her eyes turned red.

She couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.

Could there be something wrong with the information that the person provided her?

Could he have been lying to her?

Emily was determined to get to the bottom of this!

Very soon, Bailey entered the restroom.

When she saw Emily, her gaze turned cold. She directly closed the restroom door before opening the door to each cubicle one at a time.

After making sure that every cubicle was empty, Bailey dropped her guard and walked up to Emily. She then grabbed Emily by her hair from behind and looked at Emily’s face. “Why did you tell me those things? If you hadn’t done that, things wouldn’t have turned out this badly.”

Bailey couldn’t vent her anger on anyone else.

Hence, she could only direct her anger at Emily.

Xyla was finding it somewhat unbearable. Eventually, she stood up and looked at Stanley. “Darling, will you step outside with me for a breath of fresh air?”

Stanley smiled gently at Xyla. “Sure…”

With that, the two held each other’s hand and walked out while everyone’s gaze followed them.

After they had left, the crowd shifted their attention to Jeremy Quest and May Conner. They now directed various compliments at these two instead…

As soon as Xyla walked out of the door, she felt as if she had come back from the dead.

With fresh air filling her nostrils and the heavy mix of perfume now gone, she felt much more refreshed.

With her hand still holding Stanley’s, Xyla walked to the end of the walkway where there was a window. She leaned gently against the windowsill on her tiptoes and naturally circled her arms around Stanley’s neck. “How did you get the marriage certificate?” She asked.

In the next second, Stanley slowly pressed Xyla against the windowsill with his body. His hands rested on the wall next to the window. “Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”