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    Silver Fox was brimming with excitement about visiting the renowned multinational, Daniels Group, and particrly about catching a glimpse of the billionaire Connor in person.


    Her eagerness was palpable throughout the entire ride. Despite Marissa leading the way, Silver Fox couldn’t contain her enthusiasm and kept speeding ahead.


    As they approached the intersection near the Daniels Group building, they noticed a ck Bentley making a turn. Driven by determination, Silver Fox elerated to overtake it.


    Typically, her superb riding skills, honed through frequent races and victories, would have made the maneuver a breeze.


    However, today her judgment was clouded, and she mistimed her approach by a mere second, resulting in her motorcycle crashing into the Bentley with a resounding crash.


    Fortunately, her quick reflexes kicked in. She released the handlebars and catapulted off the bike, using the momentum to escape major harm.


    The aftermath was grim; her motorcycley in ruins, the Bentley sported a massive dent, and its windows were shattered.


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    Silver Fox, although not gravely injured, found herself draped over the Bentley’s hood. She was shaken more than hurt and took a while to recover from the initial shock.


    Marissa, who had been trailing behind, stopped sharply. Seeing that Silver Fox was mostly unscathed, she smirked and chose to observe from a distance.


    Peering through the shattered car window, she recognized the owner of the car as Bu, Xander’s older brother.


    Aware of her uing n to infiltrate Skytop Mansion using Bu’s connection to Xander, Marissa opted to keep a low profile and avoid any unnecessary tension.


    She pulled down her helmet to conceal her identity from Bu.


    Meanwhile, Silver Fox, still seeing stars, remained on the Bentley’s hood, waiting for the dizziness to subside before attempting to sit up.


    The driver of the Bentley was visibly shaken, hisplexion pale. He was a seasoned driver, having worked for Bu for many years. Although he had reacted promptly by braking at the sight of Silver Fox, the collision was unavoidable.


    In the chaos, he was too stunned to fully grasp what had happened, only aware that the car had been struck violently, sending the girl and her motorcycle flying. As the motorcycley in pieces, the girl was sprawled on the hood of the Bentley.


    The driver, seeing her motionless form, stammered in panic, “Mr. Hoffman, I think I’ve killed someone!”


    He pointed at Silver Fox and said with a tremble in his voice, “This beautiful young girl, I fear she’s been killed by me.”


    Despite the rming situation, Bu remained unfazed, his expression stoic as ever. He nced at Silver Fox and stated tly, “It’s her fault.”


    The driver, tears welling up in his eyes, responded, “I know it’s her fault, but she’s dead! Such a young, beautiful girl killed by my car—I can’t cope with this.”


    Bu, his face still devoid of emotion, simply replied, “It’s my car, not your fault.”


    Pausing, the driver corrected himself. “Yes, it’s your car, but I was the one driving.”


    Bu gave the driver a cold look and insisted, “She hit us. You’re not to me.”


    The driver, wiping away his tears, continued, “Yes, she hit us, but to see such a young, beautiful girl die before my eyes… I can’t bear it.”


    At this, Bu’s stoic demeanor faltered ever so slightly; his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Without a hint of sympathy, he instructed, “Get out, call the police, and make her pay for the damage.”


    “What?” the driver eximed in disbelief. “Mr. Hoffman, even if it was her fault, she’s dead. How can we demandpensation?”


    As the driver finished, Silver Fox suddenly sat up on the hood, surprising him


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