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“When you’re there, I will send some men over to protect you. Don’t you worry, I will not let you suffer.”
Xyla Quest said again.
“You really put a high value on him.” Stanley Batton smirked and he looked so calm as if he was the
emperor himself.
“Just in case… Although I know you are skilled, but… What if?”
“There’s no what if, I will figure things out. You just leave this matter to me alone.”
“No, I must be a part of this. I’m the one who asked you to do it and that’s why I need to be responsible
till the end.” Xyla insisted.
“Alright, I will let you take this responsibility.”
“Of course.”
After she finished her sentence, she felt that something was wrong in what he said just now.
Was she really thinking too much today?
“By the time, when you and Fred get into the room, you…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I know what to do. ” He switched the topic immediately, “You’re very incredible, to be able to escape
from a place like that.” He praised her.
“Probably because one’s hidden power will erupt once they’re in a do or die situation.” Her heart was
still trembling when she recalled what happened just now. She really did not dare to think what would
happen to her if Fred Thomson’s pistol did not fall from his waist. She would probably be… By the
mastiff.
“When you pulled the trigger, it must’ve hurt, right?” His gaze was as gentle as a dragonfly skimming
the surface of the water, roaming around her left shoulder.
“Hmm, I pulled the trigger purposely to let myself feel the pain. If not, how could I wash off that feeling?”
He did not say a word again and only looked her deeply in the eyes. He then helped her to lower her
bed and place the blanket over her, “You get some rest, I’ll go to the balcony and have a quick smoke.”
After he was done talking, he slowly walked towards the balcony and stood by the side of the window.
He then lit up a cigarette. Within the smoke, the face which resembled the sculpture of a god was
getting colder and colder.
Knock, knock, knock…
A knock on the door was heard. Stanley turned around and glanced at the door.
At that moment, the door opened straightaway. Henry Armstrong came in while pushing Georgie
Clemetine who was on a wheelchair. She was changed into the patient dress with blue and white
stripes. Her face was still pale and wan.
When Xyla saw her, she asked her immediately with concern, “Are you okay? Georgie?”
Georgie nodded.
Henry pushed her straight to Xyla’s side.
“How about you? How’s everything?” Georgie asked.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Xyla replied softly.
“The doctor said she needed to stay and rest in her ward but she did not listen. She insisted on coming
over and I can’t talk her out of that.” Henry looked at Xyla and said that while helplessly touching his
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forehead.
“If I can’t see her, how can I stay in my ward peacefully?” Georgie said while she turned around and
glanced at Henry.
“You… Just go back and take some rest, I’m fine. Five Batton is here to take care of me.” Xyla
responded and gently held Georgie’s hands reassuringly.
Five Batton did not approach them, he continued to stand and smoke at the balcony.
He was facing them with his back all the time. Under the sun, his shadow was upright and straight, just
like a soldier’s.
“Did you hear that? Let’s go.” Henry pushed Georgie out of the room straightaway.
Georgie tried to stand up and resist but Henry simply pressed her back onto the wheelchair. He pushed
her out of the room forcefully…
By looking at her being agitated, the corners of Henry’s lips curved up into a faint smile.
Once they got out, Georgie frowned with dissatisfaction. “Henry, what are you doing? I haven’t finished
talking to Xyla.”
“You already saw Beauty Quest and she’s fine. There’s no need to stay there anymore, you need some
rest as well.”
“Who are you to look after me?”
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