After approximately an hour, Xyla Quest’s interview ended.

Louise Amherst and the others reluctantly left Xyla’s office.

Meanwhile, Xyla let out a long sigh as if she were finally relieved of a huge burden.

In the past hour or so, she had answered so many questions. Now, her mouth and tongue felt parched, and her throat was scratchy.

Xyla opened a bottle of Evian’s and took a sip before walking over to Stanley Batton. Naturally, she sat on his lap and grabbed his phone to look at it. “What a