Right then, Stanley Batton was smoking in the driver’s seat with the car window rolled down halfway.

With smoke around him, his face looked even more handsome.

He was the kind of person people would feel stunningly attracted to at first sight.

Xyla cheerfully held her trophy up as she looked at him. “Why did you come up on stage to give me this award? When was it decided? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

There was a light cigarette scent in the car.

Stanley stubbed the cigarette out with