Chapter 845


    The car headlights went out.


    Everything became clear again.


    As soon as X Quest lifted her head, Stanley Batton’s ck Bentley Arnage came into her view.


    His car was right in front of her.


    She saw that Stanley was sitting in the passenger seat with a gloomy face through the transparent


    windscreen, ring coldly at her.


    Stanley got out of the car before she could even react to his abrupt arrival.


    After he got out of the car, Zack Cassidy motioned the other ck-d men to get off their


    respective cars and follow him.


    Christopher Lancelot remained seated in his car with the car window halfway down. He propped his


    chin in his left palm while puffing at the cigarette, observing the group of men like a bystander.


    X watched Stanley striding in her direction and stopped in front of her.


    He glowered at Christopher before averting his wary gaze to their racing cars and Christopher’s


    henchmen.


    Very soon, his gaze fell upon X again. He coldly questioned her, “Is this why you disappeared for


    the whole day? Just to race with Christopher?”


    However, he noticed her puffy eyes in the very next second.


    His heart softened at the sight of it; his eyes expressed his utter panic.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He immediately cupped her face with both of his hands and asked in a soft voice, “What happened


    to you? Hmm? Did you cry? Who bullied you? Hmm?”


    “You…” X said.


    At this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.


    Countless questions were swimming in her head, and she needed answers.


    Though she had found a perfect exnation for that recording, she was still unsure of her


    assumption.


    What would Stanley tell her next? She did not know whether his answer was what she wanted to


    hear.


    “Me? I spoil you, and I care for you every day. Have I ever bullied you? It seems like you’re the one


    bullying me now. Turning off your phone… Racing with some other guy at midnight behind my


    back…” Stanley gritted his teeth as heined, his brows knitted in frustration.


    Was she getting on his nerves?


    Yes, she certainly was.


    Nevertheless, his rage and resentment vanished as soon as he saw her pitiful look.


    Sometimes, he wondered if X was his nemesis.


    “X, talk with him, okay? I’d better get going. Bye.” Christopher cleared his throat.


    Following that statement, he casually threw his cigarette aside, made a U-turn, and left the racing


    circuit in a blink of an eye.


    Tucker immediately hopped into the red Ferrari X drove just now and floored the pedal.


    The rest of Christopher’s henchmen did the same and zoomed ahead, trying to catch up with their


    master.


    Engine roars echoed in the racing circuit, and the pungent car exhaust polluted the air.


    X coughed ufortably, then cautiously looked at Stanley. “I have something to ask you…”


    The man’s eyebrows were slightly raised. “What?”


    “Get in the car.” X pushed him away and got into his Bentley Arnage.


    Stanley quickly followed suit and got into the car. He then stared at her attentively, waiting for her to


    begin her story.


    “You… Are you suffering from a blood disease?” X asked.


    A glint of surprise shed across Stanley’s eyes. However, instead of answering her, the man lit a


    cigarette and took a long drag at it. It took him a while to reply to her unexpected question. “Yes.


    How did you know?”