The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 937

Once Stanley Batton sat down, he naturally sat Xyla Quest on his lap while he rested his chin against her shoulder. “What are you looking at?” He asked.

Xyla naturally leaned into him and moved her phone screen closer to him. “Look at this.”

“Has Alex officially transferred?” Stanley asked.

“Yeah, it’s all thanks to you. If it weren’t for you, Henry wouldn’t have been willing to give Alex to me. Now, everyone is calling Henry out online… I wonder how he’ll feel when he reads all that,” Xyla said.

“He won’t mind,” Stanley said.

“Really?” Xyla looked earnestly into his eyes.

“Well, on his side, he’s already agreed with a strong top-lane solo player. That guy will join their team this summer…” Stanley said.

“Who? Is it Ice Cream?” Xyla asked.

This person was a talented teenager who had suddenly appeared recently.

In Country H’s server, he was nearly unbeatable. He was courageous in battles and controlled his characters very well. In fact, he somewhat resembled Alex back in those days.

In Country H, people called him ‘Junior Alex’.

“Yeah. He happens to be turning seventeen when the summer season’s competition starts… It’ll be his first match when the time comes,” Stanley added.

When Xyla heard this, she nodded with relief. “That’s good… Hmm…”

Before Xyla could finish her sentence, Stanley kissed her passionately.

Suddenly, the entire world became messy.

***

The next morning, when Xyla opened her eyes, Stanley was standing by the bedhead as he slowly buttoned up his white shirt.

He had obviously just finished taking a shower and still smelled faintly of the camellia shower gel.

The warm sunlight seeped in through the adjacent French window, bouncing freely on his fingertips. It made his hands appear particularly good-looking.

“Don’t worry…” With that, Stanley kissed her face before turning around to leave.

Xyla immediately propped up her exhausted body and slowly sat up to watch him leave.

Only after Stanley had completely disappeared did Xyla stretch and lay down on the bed once more.

She lay down on the bed until it was ten o’clock. Then, she lazily got out of bed.

After washing up and eating breakfast, Xyla went upstairs and changed into a simple, knee-length, red dress with straps. Without any makeup on, she drove off in her car.

The car felt stuffy and hot. Instead of turning on the air-conditioning, Xyla chose to open the automobile roof.

A refreshing breeze that contained the rich fragrance of roses blew against her face. Suddenly, all the hotness in her heart faded away.

Her long, black, curly hair danced in the wind. It was a beautiful and moving sight to behold.

The traffic on the road was congested. Her red Maserati moved and stopped intermittently throughout the journey. Finally, Xyla arrived at the municipal jail.