The car window was halfway down. The man casually smoked as he looked at her; his eyes were filled with adoration.

Xyla Quest pulled out her car key to unlock her red Maserati before walking up to him. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m waiting for you.”

“Okay…”

“I have something to show you,” he added.

“What is it?” Xyla’s eyes widened, attentive and brimming with curiosity.

Stanley Batton took a deep puff at the cigarette, a mischievous gaze following soon after. “You’ll find out soon.”

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