The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 843

“Yes,” Christopher Lancelot answered truthfully.

Xyla Quest shrugged helplessly, then stretched out her hand. “Give me another cigarette.”

Christopher immediately took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and drew two cigarettes. He placed one cigarette between Xyla’s lips and the other between his lips.

Subsequently, he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette for Xyla.

After lighting hers, he lowered his head and lit his own.

The car was filled with smoke in a moment.

Christopher thoughtfully lowered the car window to prevent the acrid smoke from choking her.

A cool breeze touched the warmth of their cheeks, blowing away all the pungent smell of tobacco inside the car.

Outside the car, the sky was dark, and the moon was bright. The icy wind rustled the leaves and waved the branches.

A sudden gust of breeze greeted their car with the astringent scent of grass and soil, soothing Xyla’s tangled mind and soul.

As she slowly calmed herself down, another thought suddenly appeared in her head…

She carefully took a puff at the cigarette. A prickly feeling instantly spread across her throat, but she tried not to cough.

Smoke lingered in her lungs for a few seconds before she slowly exhaled.

Xyla did the same thing over and over again…

When she smoked about half a cigarette, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her.

She massaged her forehead while mumbling, “Why is my head so heavy?”

Christopher chuckled. “It happens when you smoke for the first time. You’re just drunk.

“It feels pretty similar to when you have too much wine. Don’t smoke too much, okay? Leave the remaining half aside,” Christopher added.

“I couldn’t even think straight. However, as I calm down now, I try to think about it again…

“I honestly think that the entire incident is not as simple as a misunderstanding,” Xyla continued.

“What do you mean?” Christopher’s eyes widened, attentive and brimming with curiosity. “It’s impossible that the recording is fake, right?”

As soon as he said that, he realized what Xyla was talking about. “Oh, yeah… The audio clip can be faked… Those experts can imitate anyone’s voice. Their voices can sound so similar that the professionals may fail to identify them.”

Xyla nodded in agreement. “That’s right. I shouldn’t judge Stanley and his family based on this recording alone. I have just been overwhelmed by sadness just now…”

The more she thought about it, the clearer her mind was. She was confident that her guess was right.

The feelings that Stanley Batton and his family had for her seemed genuine.

Suddenly, Christopher snapped his fingers.