“That’s not going to happen. There will be a way!” Emily Quest had made up her mind.
***
After Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton had a little chat with Sharon Lindt, the two of them left the house hand in hand.
It was late at night, and the night sky was aglow with the bright silvery moon. The stars were hardly seen tonight. There were only a few of them around the moon.
The fragrance of flowers danced along with the breeze, keeping the two’s minds refreshed in the late night.
Xyla’s foot still hurt, so she did not change her shoes. She was wearing the same pair of pink slippers she wore at home.
“Let’s go home…” Stanley held her hand and got into the car with her.
Xyla fastened her seat belt while looking at him. “I thought we’re going to meet Sebastian Brenand and the rest?”
“Your foot hurts. We’ll meet them next time,” answered Stanley.
“Nah, I can walk perfectly fine. I’m not so dramatic, okay?” Xyla said again, “It happens to women all the time.”
“Are you sure?” Stanley’s eyes were full of concern.
Xyla nodded confidently.
Toot toot toot… Right at that moment, Sebastian gave Stanley a call.
Speak of the devil, here he was.
Stanley put on his headset and picked up the call. Subsequently, he started the car and made a sharp turn to the highway.
“Unconscious Bar, Sky Garden. Hurry up! We’re all here.” Noisy DJ music could be heard from the other end of the phone.
“Got it.” Stanley hung up the phone.
Xyla pulled out her phone from her bag, intending to call Josh Batton to inform him about the good news.
A glint of anticipation flashed across Josh’s eyes the moment he heard Xyla’s sweet voice. Tenderness was written all over his face.
He stood up instantaneously and walked to a deserted corner. “I’m having an interview with the publisher. Why are you calling me on my brother’s phone?”
Xyla explained, “My phone ran out of battery. I have good news for you. Dad promised me that he’ll go to your concert.”
Josh’s eyes were filled with surprise. “Really?”
Xyla found herself gazing out the window and observing the vibrant city. “Yeah, I’m serious. Well, I’ll call you next time since you’re busy now.”
“Okay, thanks…” Josh smiled delightedly. He then ended the call and returned to the beautiful chief editor’s side.
“Who was it? You look happy,” asked the chief editor.
“Someone special.”
“Is it someone you like?”
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