The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 845

The car headlights went out.

Everything became clear again.

As soon as Xyla Quest lifted her head, Stanley Batton’s black Bentley Arnage came into her view. His car was right in front of her.

She saw that Stanley was sitting in the passenger seat with a gloomy face through the transparent windscreen, glaring coldly at her.

Stanley got out of the car before she could even react to his abrupt arrival.

After he got out of the car, Zack Cassidy motioned the other black-clad men to get off their respective cars and follow him.

Christopher Lancelot remained seated in his car with the car window halfway down. He propped his chin in his left palm while puffing at the cigarette, observing the group of men like a bystander.

Xyla watched Stanley striding in her direction and stopped in front of her.

He glowered at Christopher before averting his wary gaze to their racing cars and Christopher’s henchmen.

Very soon, his gaze fell upon Xyla again. He coldly questioned her, “Is this why you disappeared for the whole day? Just to race with Christopher?”

However, he noticed her puffy eyes in the very next second.

His heart softened at the sight of it; his eyes expressed his utter panic.

He immediately cupped her face with both of his hands and asked in a soft voice, “What happened to you? Hmm? Did you cry? Who bullied you? Hmm?”

“You…” Xyla said.

At this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Countless questions were swimming in her head, and she needed answers.

Though she had found a perfect explanation for that recording, she was still unsure of her assumption.

The rest of Christopher’s henchmen did the same and zoomed ahead, trying to catch up with their master.

Engine roars echoed in the racing circuit, and the pungent car exhaust polluted the air.

Xyla coughed uncomfortably, then cautiously looked at Stanley. “I have something to ask you…”

The man’s eyebrows were slightly raised. “What?”

“Get in the car.” Xyla pushed him away and got into his Bentley Arnage.

Stanley quickly followed suit and got into the car. He then stared at her attentively, waiting for her to begin her story.

“You… Are you suffering from a blood disease?” Xyla asked.

A glint of surprise flashed across Stanley’s eyes. However, instead of answering her, the man lit a cigarette and took a long drag at it. It took him a while to reply to her unexpected question. “Yes. How did you know?”