Stanley Batton’s eyebrows twitched while looking at her with a serious face.

“Who are you?” Xyla questioned.

He asked calmly, “Why would u suddenly ask this question?”

After a second, his eyes were searching for an emotion to show.

“I just feel like your real identity is not that simple.” Xyla said.

“For example?”

“Today, I went to an auction house…”

“Yes, you told me.”

“Only special people can attend this auction.” Xyla said.

“You told me this as well.”

“I saw Sebastian Brenand there