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In the evening, the setting sun dyed Atlantis gold. The sun set and the world was cold once again. X
Entertainment’s building was dazzling brightly in the sunset.
Inside the warm office, after Xyla had finished her work today, she once again reserved a private room
at With-you Western Restaurant and then informed Five Batton through WeChat. Next, she simply
touched up her makeup and let her hair down.
The gentle large black curls paired with a natural makeup made her look like a goddess. Her clean
white shirt, paired with light blue cropped pants, and a light blue woolen coat, accentuated her divine
temperament.
The pair of silver strappy heels on her feet highlighted her fair legs and slender ankles.
***
On the other side, inside the wine cellar of the three-story Garden Mansion, Stanley, Henry, Sebastian,
and Gary were perched in front of a rosewood counter. Each man had a glass of rich red wine in front
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The wine cellar behind them was about two hundred square meters wide. Various expensive red wines
of different years and different brands laid on the premium wine rack made from rosewood.
The dim lighting inside the wine cellar accentuated Stanley’s cold temperament.
Henry, Sebastian, and Gary were drinking, but: only his wine was untouched as he focused on reading
the WeChat message Xyla had sent him.
A striking white shirt and black slacks highlighted his chiseled features.
“I say, Old Fifth, you’re not touching my million dollar wine but only focusing on your phone. What
gives? Is there a flower blooming inside your phone?” Sebastian glanced at his phone out of curiosity.
When he saw the word ‘Xyla’, he immediately understood. He quickly turned to their two other
confused friends and said, “Chicks over bros again.”
“Carry on. I’ll take my leave now.” Stanley swiftly jumped off the barstool. He put on his black suit coat
and placed his phone on the inner pocket of his coat.
His actions were done in one smooth action like he was the leading male character of a movie.
“Where are you going?” asked Gary.
“To keep my wife company,” he replied faintly before walking away.
Henry crossed his legs with one arm casually supporting him on the bar counter as he watched Stanley
leave. “Old Fifth, can we not just keep our wives company?”
There was no response.
“F*ck, I really want to know what did our sister-in-law drug him with.” Henry pressed the base of the
wine glass gently before pushing it back and forth as he spoke.
“That face is the drug,” said Sebastian.
“That’s true. Little sister-in-law is definitely the gang leader in the world of beauties. If you give me a
babe like that, I will do the same.” Having said that, Henry took a small sip of his wine.
“That’s enough. It’s not like we don’t know your character.” Sebastian couldn’t help taking a jab at him.
Henry was speechless from the attack.
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***
After Stanley exited the door, he went straight to a black Bugatti Veyron. He did not get in immediately
but stood beside the car and glanced at it.
After that, he took out his phone and called Zack. “Help me buy a car that’s worth under five hundred
thousand dollars.”
Then, he hung up and drove away.
The Bugatti Veyron stopped steadily at the basement parking lot of With-you Western Restaurant. He
was about to get out when the passenger seat door opened, and a beautiful woman with thick makeup
got in.
The strong smell of Coco Mademoiselle perfume instantly diffused through the car.
“Hey hunk, my car’s broken. Can you give me a lift?” As she spoke, she started seductively drawing
circles on the back of his hand that was still on the steering wheel with her red manicured nails.
Stanley frowned icily without even sparing her a glance. He immediately withdrew his hand and took
out a piece of antibacterial wet tissue to wipe his hand. “Scram!”