Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

“The sun is already up. Why are you still speaking as if you are in a dream?” Emily rolled her eyes at Xyla.
Xyla could not be bothered even to speak. She moved past Emily and walked upstairs.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Emily was about to run after Xyla to continue mocking her. However, right then, her phone rang. The browser had sent her a
push notification about Josh Batton’s latest news.
Her jaws nearly dropped when she read the title. “Josh Batton will be attending Imperial Prime’s launching ceremony tomorrow!”
Emily was in a state of complete disbelief.
With a contract worth eight million dollars, Josh Batton should only go as far as shooting some photos or a video to promote the
launch. He should not have agreed to attend the launching ceremony.
What was going on?
Why was her idol being so nice to Xyla?
Emily was beginning to feel jealous again. On top of that, she began to feel worried. What if Josh Batton did attend the event,
and his fans ended up buying all of the units being sold?
However, after thinking it through, Emily felt that it was impossible.
Imperial Prime was a high-end neighborhood where every inch of land cost a fortune. How many people could actually afford it?
Even a popular celebrity like josh Batton would have only a minority of fans among the ultra-rich. What could a small group of
fans like them possibly accomplish?
As Emily thought of this, she began to feel more confident. After calming herself down, Emily was beginning to feel that the news
was fake. Therefore, she went onto Instagram.
It hurt Emily’s eyes to see that her story was still the most popular topic on the list. She wondered how long the person pranking
her intended for it to stay there. Meanwhile, the topic below hers was ‘#Josh Batton Attends Imperial Prime Launching
Ceremony#’.

When she clicked on the link, all sorts of news were released by the application’s official page, indicating that Josh Batton was
attending Imperial Prime’s launching ceremony.
In fact, a marketing account was actively sharing a screenshot of Josh Batton’s Weibo post. “Dear fans, I will see you at Imperial
Prime’s launching ceremony tomorrow morning at eight o’clock. I will be performing something exciting. On top of that, anyone
who buys a house will get my autograph. Also, you will get a meet-and-greet ticket to see me at the end of the year. On, yeah. I
hope everyone follows the rules and does not disrupt the traffic tomorrow.”
Emily felt as if her face was on fire.
What the hell was her idol doing? Why was he working so hard? Was eight million dollars enough for a top celebrity like him to
sing and dance, and even give out meet-and-greet tickets to fans? If she had signed the contract with Josh Batton previously,
would he have worked this hard?
When Emily thought of this, she hated Xyla and felt even more jealous of her.
Why was this b*tch able to get such a good deal?
She must have given Josh Batton more money! That must have been the case!
Just as Xyla approached the staircase by the corner of the house, Jeremy Quest happened to be walking down the stairs. When
he saw how tired Xyla looked, he immediately walked up to her and greeted her affectionately. “Did you just get home? Your
health is more important than work.”
Xyla felt a warm sensation in her heart. “Alright. I understand, Dad. I had to work overtime because of unusual circumstances. I
won’t do this after the launching ceremony.” She beamed.
“Okay. How’s the preparation going? How many units do you think you can sell on the first day?” Jeremy asked with a serious
expression on his face.
“I’ve set a tiny goal for myself, which is to sell half of them within a day,” Xyla said confidently.
As Emily walked over, she overheard Xyla and immediately snorted coldly before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “It’s
great to have dreams. However, sometimes you need to do a reality check for your dreams,” Emily said as she glared at Xyla.

“You ought to know that the units are costly. Even if Josh Batton promotes them for you, it’s impossible to sell that much. Please
don’t set impossible goals just to make Dad happy. You are such a weirdo.”
“Josh Batton’s fans may be rich, but how many could possibly be rich wives? Half of the units in a clay? Can you at least think
about it before you brag about something impossible?” Emily sneered.