Did he come here with his gang leader?
That seemed to be the only explanation.
Xyla did not have time to think about that. She stuffed her phone into her bag and marched to the clubhouse. After showing her membership card to the security guard standing at the entrance, the guard let her enter the clubhouse without hesitation.
The lobby was as glorious as the ancient European palace where the King used to stay. There was a huge crystal chandelier above Xyla, occupying the entire ceiling and illuminating its surroundings with the light from the lightbulbs as well as from the reflection of the crystal pendants. The lobby was as bright as day under the presence of the beautiful chandelier.
Soon, a waitress dressed in an elegant uniform walked up to Xyla and led her to the fancy elevator decorated with gold and silver theme, all the way to her destination.
The private room was as magnificent as the outside. It was designed with the same European palace style, using gold as the main color of the room. The room was huge, about a few hundred square meters.
Besides, there were various kinds of entertainment facilities prepared in the room for visitors to sing, to play cards, to swim and so on.
Xyla slowly approached the coffee table before sitting down on one of the chairs. She took a look at the time. It was eight o’clock on the dot.
This meant that his husband might enter the door anytime from now. Perhaps in the next second.
What kind of person was he? It would be revealed soon enough.
Would things go well as she wished later on?
When Xyla was lost in her deep thoughts, the door of the private room was pulled open from the outside. Xyla’s heart clenched instantaneously. Without any delay, she turned to face the door as well as the man stepped in.
Surprisingly and unexpectedly, Five Batton’s face hit her in the eyes.
The man’s eyes, too, were brimming with shock and confusion the moment he saw Xyla.
“Why are you here?”
Xyla’s appearance in the room was completely out of the blue to him.
A few days ago, his grandfather gave him a call and asked him to come to this private room tonight. The elder said that there was someone he needed to meet. His grandfather sounded very serious about it on the other end of the phone so he agreed to the meeting.
So the person who his grandfather wanted him to meet was actually Xyla?
If that was the case, his grandfather must have found out about something. That was the reason behind this meeting between Xyla and him. The elder planned this on purpose.
Perhaps he heard it from his parents. Perhaps he looked it up himself.
“Why did you come here?” Xyla asked.
Suddenly, a ridiculous idea flashed across her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and searched for her master’s text message, which ended with her husband’s phone number.
Then, she dialed the number.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
About a second later, the phone in the man’s palm vibrated. .,
Xyla was struck dumb, stopping dead in her tracks.
So…
He was her husband? What the heck was this all about?
“You… You’re Stanley Batton?” With all her might, Xyla tried to suppress her shock and remained as calm as possible as she questioned him. Trembling with horror, she raised her lower arm and dangled her phone in front of his eyes. The call had been put through and his phone vibrated.
Stanley hung up the call with his head down and responded in an indifferent tone, “Yes.”
“Huh..?” All Xyla could do at the moment was to simply sneer.
Rage began to overtake her initial shock, a vortex of anger swirled inside her.
What did he think she was? Fooling her like that?
He was her husband but he did not bother to tell her anything about it. He just acted like nothing happened and rambled around her every single day. He was Stanley Batton himself but he told her that his name was Five Batton. He even played along with her to pretend that he was Stanley Batton.
