Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

"I went to Imperial Prime today." Sharon sounded excited.

Stanley raised an eyebrow. He got up and leisurely walked to the large french window emotionlessly. "Oh."

After that, he pinched his nose bridge then placed a hand on the railing as he looked at the bustling city below him. The man was like a wise but emotionless monarch.

"Don't you have something to say?"

"And then?" he asked faintly.

"And then, you don't know just how amazing your wife is." Sharon was getting more excited as she spoke. She started telling Stanley about everything she saw at the sales center enthusiastically.

Sharon chattered on endlessly with vivid descriptions. The adoration was clear in her voice.

Stanley was listening with great satisfaction as a smile of approval graced his lips.

"Say, how are you so lucky? If I were a man, I'd definitely be envious of you," Sharon added.

"Oh," he replied calmly without saying more, as usual.

"And you, you rascal! Something so huge has happened to your wife. Why didn't you keep getting people to buy properties from her?" At this point, Sharon sounded mildly annoyed. "Haven't you already done so?"

"You've guessed that I would go, so you didn't do anything, huh?" Sharon asked.

"I'm going back to work. We'll talk at home." Having said that, Stanley hung up and returned to his computer.

***

After having dinner with the staff of Imperial Prime, Xyla drove home.

She was about to head upstairs in search of Jeremy to report to him about today's situation.

She had just reached the stairs when a mocking voice called from upstairs. "What's with this huge smell of alcohol? Xyla, were you drowning your sorrows away?" Hearing this, Xyla frowned slightly at Emily.

At that moment, Emily was standing at the top of the stairs with one hand on the railing as she looked down at Xyla. Her eyes were filled with contempt.

Looking at this face ruined Xyla's mood.

"How did you find out?" Xyla asked coldly.

Emily smirked before walking down and stopped one step higher in front of Xyla. She leaned down to take a closer whiff of Xyla.

After that, she clamped a hand over her nose in disdain and took a step back. "Ew... What a pungent smell. You must have drunk quite a few bottles, haven't you? Are you that dejected? But alcohol can't drown your sorrows away."

The heavy smell of alcohol made Emily believe that Xyla was now at her wit's end. Otherwise, why would Xyla drink so much at such a hectic time?

At the thought of this, Emily felt even better. The smile on her face gradually turned into laughter. "Hahaha, to be honest, my advice is, if you really can't handle things, you should tell Father instead. Admitting that you're an idiot isn't really that hard.

"Xyla, oh Xyla, if you'd have known it would come to this, why did you even bother in the first place? Weren't you boasting really hard in front of Father yesterday?" Emily added.

"Not everyone is as dumb as you," Xyla tried to suppress the anger in her heart as she spoke coldly. "Move over, I'll deal with you later."

"What's wrong? Did I strike a nerve and hurt you? What I'm saying is the truth. But perhaps honest advice may be unpleasant to the ears.

"I knew that an amateur like you couldn't take care of this nicely. Even Father might not be able to handle it nicely, much less you!"