Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

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Xyla put his call on hold before continuing to talk to Georgie.

“Alright, alright, do as you please,” Georgie said helplessly.

“That’s settled then. I have things to take care of so I’m hanging up. Let’s have a meal next time,” said

Xyla.

She ended her call with Georgie and switched over to Josh’s call.

“Where are you? Do you have time for dinner?” Josh Batton’s voice sounded crisp and gentle as usual.

“Yeah, I’m at the Quest Group,” replied Xyla.

“I’ll come pick you up. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Xyla browsed through a few more documents. When it was almost time for Josh to

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arrive, she swiftly touched up her makeup before pulling her hair up into a ponytail and went downstairs

with her backpack.

Just then, a black Rolls Royce pulled up and stopped right in front of her. The car window rolled down,

revealing Josh Barton’s smile. He was driving so there was no one else in the car.

“Get in,” he said.

Xyla scanned her surroundings. Verifying that there was no one around, she got into Josh’s car. The

heater was on full blast, instantly warming her cold body. Because of that phone call, being alone with

him in this private space made her feel a little uncomfortable. It was awkward. However, she seemed

unfazed and quickly put on the seat belt.

“I’ve reserved a restaurant. Let’s go over now.” Josh looked relaxed like nothing ever happened.

“Okay.”

After hearing her response, he stepped on the gas pedal and merged into the flow of vehicles.

Inside the dark vehicle, as the dim street lights shone in, the light danced on his defined features and

perfect face. His exquisite side profile was like a work of art, carved by the hands of god. She believed

that god must have kissed him on the face.

One hand was controlling the steering wheel, while the other was propped up on the window sill. His

posture seemed casual, but his driving was steady.

To reduce the awkwardness, Xyla accessed Twitter to check the hottest search ranking. Right now,

#Josh Batton’s Obsessive Fans# was at the top of the list.

Seeing this, she quickly looked up to glance faintly at Josh before swiftly tapping into the search.

Once inside, she first saw a post from a huge marketing account, saying that after Josh had finished a

magazine shoot today, he ran into some obsessive fans on his way out. The girls risked everything to

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rush over and pull his arm. They pushed away one of his bodyguards in the process, and managed to

kiss the back of Josh’s arm. Below the description was a photo of the scene, clearly showing how

chaotic it had been and how crazy those fans were.

Looking at that photo was enough to make Xyla flare up in anger.

There was no longer any law or order shown. The comments section was filled with raging comments.

“Can all obsessive fans just die? Didn’t your mothers teach you how to be a proper human?”

“Sobbb, my poor Josh. Can these people be apprehended? They’re wasting oxygen when alive and

wasting space in the ground when they die.”

“These people are brain dead, aren’t they? F*ck, unhand my husband!!! Ah! So annoying!”

Just then, the traffic light turned red and Josh stopped the car steadily before glancing at her. “What are

you looking at?” he asked.

“At the news of you encountering obsessive fans,” answered Xyla

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