The others nodded.
“Mary, what if things get worse, and they found out it was you?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m so worried.”
At this, Mary instantly scoffed in contempt. “Don’t worry, they won’t find me. My Instagram account wasn’t verified, and I’ve got someone to delete the surveillance footage at the scene. Moreover, so what if they found out? Do you think Xyla Quest can do anything to me? Something so minor like this will be a cinch for my parents to take care of. Are you guys underestimating the Sullivan family?” Mary said with confidence.
She firmly believed that she would be fine no matter what happened. With her parents’ support, something like this was not worth worrying about.
“Stop spouting all that nonsense and let’s get high! I have to visit Emily at the detention center tomorrow and tell her this good news, hahaha!” Mary laughed openly.
“Emily Quest has tricked your brother into a marriage by faking a pregnancy, and your brother is planning to divorce her. Do you still plan to stay in contact with this person?” someone asked.
“Emily and I are best friends, okay? How could I cut our connection because of this? What’s more, I can understand her reason for doing this. At first, I was also angry, but after that, I thought it through and decided to accept it,” Mary declared loudly.
“Mary is really kind…”
“Yeah, yeah, our Mary is a kind little princess.”
At this, Mary laughed cheekily and shouted, “Of course. I’m a kind person to begin with. Sisters, let’s continue partying. I’m feeling great today, so everything’s on me tonight!”
“Three cheers for Mary!!!”
“I love you to death, Mary!!!”
Mary did not respond but continued to dance and drink with a triumphant look on her face. At the thought of Xyla being abused on the internet, she felt joyful and energetic. Perhaps the abusive comments might get even worse tomorrow!
With this, she felt her body surge with energy and her dance moves became more passionate.
At the same time, on Xyla’s end, Stanley was done making her Samyang noodles with a soft-boiled egg.
Placed on a white pasta plate were two boiled broccoli garnished on the edge and a simple design drawn on by red sauce.
Even though it was a simple plate of noodles, he had made it look like something ordinary folks could not afford to eat. The pet from cooking the noodles was still steaming with heat, so his outfit was soaked in the smell. Once everything was done with perfection, he leisurely removed the apron and brought his creation out into the living room.
Xyla wore a white for jacket as she rested. The jacket covered only a bit of her thighs, leaving two fair and slender legs in full view. Her curled black hair scattered on the sofa like a bed of seaweed, increasing her charm and sensuality.
It was a combination of angelic, tenderness, charm, and sexiness on one person but there was no feeling of dissonance. It was clearly a clash of different things, but they somehow coexisted in harmony.
This was the finest specimen on earth.
He gazed deeply at her, swallowing hard before he slowly placed the dish on the table.
The dish clinked softly against the coffee table but she instantly opened her eyes and sat up. Staring at the exquisitely prepared dish with delight in her eyes, she praised softly, “Amazing. You’ve made something so economical seem so luxurious.”
He gently placed the spoon and fork on the plate. “Dig in.”