Chapter 77

In other words, Xyla hadn't ridden in the car before. Noelle hesitated for a second and then slid into the backseat.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at John's villa. As the car pulled up onto the driveway, the butler hurried over to greet them. "Mr. and Mrs. Lowe, welcome!"

Quentin got out of the car and straightened his suit, his face somber as he headed into the house. Noelle fell in step behind him and soon found herself standing in an ornate living room.

John was the portrait of elegance as he sat on the couch. Layla and her father, Aloysius Lewis, stood in the middle of the living room with several imposing bodyguards behind them.

Tears glistened in Layla's eyes as Aloysius delivered another slap on her red and swollen cheek.

"You stupid bitch! How could you go around dragging Mr. and Mrs. Lowe's names through the dirt? I'll beat you to death if it's the last thing I do!" he snarled.

Noelle couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath. She didn't expect Layla to be the on