The men downstairs kept glancing at Xyla Quest. How they wished they could sit next to her.

Yet, Xyla paid them no mind. Ignoring all the eyes upon her, she lowered her head and texted Stanley Batton. “I’ve arrived.”

Buzz buzz buzz… Suddenly, a message popped up on her screen, showing that there was a one hundred fifty million transaction into her bank card a minute ago.

Her vision went blurry the moment she saw the number of zeros in the text message.

After attentively counting them several times, she was certain that it was not her imagination but a clear-cut one hundred fifty million dollars.

It must be Stanley who transferred so much money to her. She could not think of another person other than Stanley.

Dumbfounded by the amount of money, she decided to text him again to ask him.

However, Stanley sent her a message before she even started typing. “Go ahead and bid for the antique pieces you like or the antique pieces that Dad likes.”

Xyla replied, “... But we have mon