Xyla Quest glanced coldly at the two of them. Hand in hand and without warning, Xyla and Stanley Batton strode across the room and sat beside Jeremy Quest cheerfully. “Sorry Daddy, we’re late. We got stuck in the traffic.”

Xyla was sitting next to Jeremy while Stanley was next to Tom Sullivan.

“No worries, Xyla… We have just gotten here too,” May Conner responded with a friendly smile.

Likewise, Xyla returned her a polite smile.

“Are you feeling better now?” May asked again.

“Yeah,” Xyla answered indifferently and showed no interest in continuing the conversation.

“Waiter, the food can be served now.” Jeremy Quest casually waved at the waiter who was standing right beside their table.

Though it seemed as if the waiter had just left, the dishes were prepared quickly, and their orders arrived in no time. It was a feast, indeed. There were various arrays of food on the table, ranging from seafood to all kinds of meat and vegetables. When all the eighteen dishes had been served,