“Okay.”

Hanging up the phone, Xyla Quest briefly calculated the time and found out that the journey from her location would take at least an hour.

Without further ado, she floored the gas pedal.

Her red Maserati then sped down the streets, all the way to the destination.

Xyla finally arrived at the art gallery at the appointed time.

Effortlessly, she caught sight of Sharon Lindt from afar. Her mother-in-law was standing at the main entrance with a large group of bodyguards, patiently wait