Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Chapter 231

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Right then, Georgie Clementine’s call came in.

Xyla immediately answered the call. After switching to the hands-free mode, Xyla tossed her phone

onto the bed. She began pulling her long hair into a ponytail as she waited for Georgie to speak.

“President Xyla, did you see all that? It’s started again…” Georgie did not sound very happy. There was

a hint of irritation in her voice.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. I’ve checked and found out that Mary Sullivan is behind all this,” Xyla said before

chuckling softly with a gentle smile on her face.

“Mary Sullivan? Since you’ve found out, what would you like me to do? Should we expose this person

and… Let her have a taste of cyberbullying herself?” Georgie asked.

“No, let her continue with this nonsense,” Xyla said softly before fastening her ponytail with a black

hairband. She then clipped on her white bunny-ear hair clips before heading over to the bathroom with

her phone.

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“Do you mean you don’t want to do anything to her first, and that we should wait for a while?” Georgie

asked.

“Yes… Also, tell Josh Batton not to respond at all. Regardless of what people say on the internet, do

not respond,” Xyla said before placing her phone on the basin stand, squeezing some facial cleansing

milk on her hand, and turning on the faucet to wash her face with her eyes closed.

Her smooth face was instantly covered in a layer of white foam. Gradually, a light flowery tea fragrance

wafted into her nose. The calming scent was seemingly able to make Xyla forget about all the negative

emotions in her heart.

“Are you thinking of…” Georgie said.

“Georgie, stop getting involved. Just do as I say,” Xyla said firmly.

“Okay, I’ ll listen to you. Mary Sullivan won’t get away this easily,” Georgie said.

“Alright, I’m going to hang up. I’m washing my face,” Xyla said.

After washing her face, Xyla put on some light make-up before shifting her ponytail slightly higher up

and forming bangs with her hair in front using a hair straightener. After that, Xyla went into her closet to

change into a white shirt, a black suit, black high-waist pants, and a pair of black high heels.

The simple combination of clothes accentuated her perfect curves. At one glance, she seemed like a

noble yet fairy-like lady who also exuded a pure but sexy aura.

Once Xyla grabbed her black Chanel purse, she looked at her reflection in a gold-plated mirror before

taking a deep breath in. After making sure she was in her best state, she forced a smile and began

walking down the stairs.

When Xyla arrived on the first floor, the smell of freshly toasted bread filled her nostrils. Coupled with

the warm winter sun, she could feel a warm sensation in her heart.

Stanley Batton, who was just done with making sandwiches, heard her walking down and immediately

walked out of the kitchen with a tray of intricately made sandwiches.

“Let’s have breakfast,” he said as he looked at Xyla.

Stanley was wearing a white shirt and matching formal black pants. While his outfit was ordinary, he

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seemed incomparably noble.

Despite having seen his perfect face countless times, Xyla still gasped inwardly at the wonderful sight.

With a smile on her face, Xyla followed Stanley into the dining room.

On the dining table, there were neatly arranged glasses of warm milk, freshly squeezed oranges, a

salad of vegetables and fruits, and soft-boiled eggs, all of which seemed appetizing. As soon as Xyla

sat down, she picked up one of the sandwiches and began to eat.

After looking at her calmly, Stanley pushed a glass of fresh orange juice closer to Xyla.

“The thing on the internet has started again. Are you sure you don’t need my help?” He asked.

Xyla put her sandwich down before taking a sip of the orange juice and shook her head.

“Don’t worry. I have everything planned,” she said.

Stanley looked hard at her. Without saying anything, he picked up a knife and began silently digging

into a soft-boiled egg in front of him.

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