Chapter 851


    X Quest logged onto her QQ Mailbox and clicked on the anonymous email.


    Her fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to track its IP address.


    She found the IP address in the very next second.


    However, it was located in the middle of the sea.


    She knew that it was a fake IP address. Without wasting any more time on it, she kept on typing to


    crack the code, going the extra mile to search for the real IP address.


    After going through series after series of codes, X finally found the email’s actual IP address.


    It was from a neighborhood downtown called Fishy Hollow. Block 12, room 706, opposite Fishy


    Hollow Inte Cafe.


    X raised her brows satisfactorily before shutting down herptop. She then got out of the bed


    and headed to the bathroom.


    She started retching again when she brushed her teeth, throbbing pain in her stomach following


    soon after.


    However, she did not take it seriously. She thought she was too hungry.


    After a quick wash, she put on some skincare products and went downstairs.


    The sunlight poured through the window and lit up the living room.


    A faint sweet smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air.


    X immediately followed the smell and walked into the kitchen.


    Ron Batton and Stanley Batton were pacing up and down the kitchen, working their tails off to


    prepare a delicious meal for her.


    Ron put on a pair of thick gloves before carefully taking a tray of freshly baked croissants out of the


    oven.


    Stanley was standing next to him with arge te in his palms.


    After cing the baking tray on the stove, Ron used a clean cooking tong to transfer the croissants


    onto therge te one by one.


    The sweet smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between the two reminded X of the


    good old days.


    X snuck up behind them and poked her head out to steal a nce at the te. “Wow, the


    croissants look so good!”


    “Grandpa knows that you like croissants, so he got up early in the morning to make them for you,”


    Stanley said.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    X was extremely touched that he remembered it. “Thanks, Grandpa.”


    Ron dotingly stroked her hair. “Silly girl, we’re family. By the way, Stan has told me what happened


    last night. X, why didn’t you just ask me the truth?”


    Speaking ofst night, X instantly clutched Ron’s hand and apologized, “I’m sorry, Grandpa. I


    promise that I won’t do this again. I’lle to you if I face any problem.”


    Ron nodded. “Alright, let’s have breakfast. Two of you must be really hungry.”


    “Give it to me. I’ll take it to the dining table.” X extended her hand, intending to take the te


    from Stanley.


    Nheless, Ron grabbed her wrist. “Let the man do the job. That’s what he’s supposed to do. All


    you need to do is to be the little princess of our family.


    “In the Batton family, the men cook. It’s our responsibility,” Ron added.


    Once again, X was touched.


    With that, Stanley left the kitchen with the te of croissants.


    Ron held X’s hand and led her to the dining room.


    Then, the three of them found a seat each and sat down around the table.


    In addition to the croissants, there were also fruit sd, sunny-side-up eggs, and bacon sandwiches


    on the table. They were all prepared by Ron and Stanley.


    Each of them looked appetizing.


    “Stan, have you found out who lied to X?” Ron picked up the knife and fork. He took a bite of the


    sunny-side-up eggs while questioning Stanley.


    “Not yet. It’s difficult to track the IP address,” Stanley answered.


    “I’ve found out where it is. I was going to tell you just now. This guy lives in the neighborhood


    opposite of Fishy Hood Inte Cafe. Building 12, room 706,” X said casually.