NovelEnglishThe Quest family and the maid's family held a small funeral for the maid the following day.
After the funeral, Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton returned to their htogether.
This was the first tthey went back hsince Emily Quest passed away.
Sunlight streamed golden through the window and lit the living room.
All the Baroque-style ornaments in the living room were shimmering brightly in the golden sun rays.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtXyla plopped down on the couch as soon as she reached home. She leaned against the backrest and pinched her nose bridge to keep herself awake.
After putting on the slippers, Stanley strode across the living room and sat down next to her. Suddenly and without warning, he turned her body sideways and gave her stiff shoulder a massage. He was as good as a professional masseur.
He applied the right amount of pressure at the exact acupoints of her body. Xyla felt like all her soreness disappeared at that instant.
Tenderness was written all over the man.
The sun was warm, but it was simply not as warm as him.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"It's comfortable," said Xyla with her eyes closed. She was clearly enjoying herself.
"Now that we've settled everything, it's tfor us to move on and return to our normal lives. Let's go back to work tomorrow. Don't overthink, alright?" Stanley said. "Okay," Xyla replied without hesitation.
"As for the other things, we should leave it to Carson Ritzer," Stanley added.
"Okay." "By the way, Mom asked us to have dinner with her tonight." "Sure." Following that statement, Xyla slowly opened her eyes. "I need to go to the bank later." "What for?" Stanley asked curiously.
"Didn't I say that I'll give the maid's parents five million dollars? They askedto go to the bank with them to settle the money," Xyla explained. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"You can transfer the money to them online." "They're from the village. They can't read. They don't know anything about credit cards and smartphones. Their daughter used to help them with it but now that she's gone... I... " Xyla stuttered. "Alright... Should I cwith you?" Stanley looked at her dotingly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Nah, it's okay. You should go to your company. There's a bunch of work waiting for you to settle." "Okay then. Bring more bodyguards with you, alright? Which bank are you going to? I'll give the manager a call so you guys can find him right away tomorrow," Stanley offered.
Xyla immediately shook her head. "That's too troublesome. Don't worry. The bank is not that crowded in the morning. It won't take us too much time." Upon hearing that, Stanley nodded helplessly and admonished her, "Fine. Bring more bodyguards with you." "I know what to do."
Later, Xyla went upstairs to take a bath. She picked a white crop topa pair of light blue ripped jeans, and a pair of white sandals from the checkroom and put them on.
She bought this set of outfits from Amazon. It was cheap but its quality was good, and it fitted her perfectly. She looked more energetic than usual in this outfit.
Xyla pulled her long wavy hair back into a low ponytail before taking a white cap from the rack and putting it on. She then grabbed her car keys and eng phone and left the house. She got into the black Bentley Arnage and headed straight to the maid's house with several bodyguards following closely behind her. Xyla could see the maid's parents standing in front of the house from a distance.
They were still wearing the black cotton suit and white flip-flops they wore during the funeral this morning.
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