?Chapter 569:
As Xander and Marissa exited the quaint flower shop, Xander made a beeline for his motorcycle and then turned to face her. “Hey, chief instructor,” he began with a smirk.
“In order to smoothly steal my brother’s private jet, I took my brother’s Bentley without permission. It’s discreetly parked outside of Vintage Street. Let’s ride there on the motorcycle now.”
Marissa was initially prepared to mock Xander for hisck of subtlety, assuming he wanted them to rely on the motorcycle for their mission.
But his words earned him a thumbs-up from her. She had often berated Xander for his blunders in their previous training sessions, but today she genuinely praised his progress.
“You’vee a long way, Xander. Your skills have sharpened, and your quick thinking has hit a new level.”
“Thanks,” Xander chuckled. “If you and White Mallow hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have realized that I’ve be so excellent! White Mallow said I surpassed Marc and Terry today. It made me so happy.”
Marissa smirked, then hopped onto Xander’s motorcycle without further ado, urging him, “Let’s roll!”
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Xander revved the engine, and the motorcycle shot forward like a rocket.
Vintage Street was not too busy during the day, and at night it was almost empty, with very few people walking around and very little traffic. After about fifteen minutes, they pulled up to the opulent Bentley parked outside of Vintage Street.
Marissa was entranced by the Bentley’s gleaming exterior under the moonlight. She couldn’t help but think that Bu had a definite fondness for this brand.
Every vehicle of his she had encountered—the one that Xander had driven into a ditch, the one that Silver Fox had crashed into, and now the one that Xander had secretly taken—was a Bentley.
Parking the motorcycle at the curb, Xander slid into the driver’s seat of the Bentley.
Marissa quickly entered through the back door, choosing to sit there to avoid drawing attention from the staff of the Crystal Hotel as they nned to steal Bu’s private ne.
“Chief instructor, sit tight. Get ready for a driving masterss,” Xander said eagerly.
Marissa, absorbed in her phone, responded nonchntly, “If you can get us to the Crystal Hotel without a hitch, I’ll reward you with 100 million dors. But if you crash likest time, be prepared for some broken bones.”
“Rx. Thatst ident was a fluke. I’m an excellent driver.”
With that, Xander started the engine and pressed the gas. The Bentley zipped onto the road.
With the Crystal Hotel located on the city’s outskirts, Xander skillfully navigated the quiet streets, making the journey a breeze.
As they neared their destination, Xander, brimming with pride, asked, “How was that? Did I nail it or what?”
Marissa chuckled at his childishness. Despite being the same age as her, Xander always seemed to revert to a yful, approval-seeking mode around her, like a student showing off to a teacher.
“You performed admirably,” she said.
She thought that would be the end of it, but Xander parked the car and didn’t make a move to leave.
“Why have we stopped?” Marissa asked, looking at him curiously.
Turning to her, Xander asked, “Is that praise all I get?”
“Do you need morepliments?” Marissa inquired, perplexed.
Xander pouted, saying, “You promised me 100 million dors if I could get us here safely. Are you now breaking your word?”
Marissa couldn’t help butugh at his childlike determination for that reward, like a kid who never forgot a promised treat. To save time, she quickly transferred the 100 million dors to him through her phone.
“There you go. You deserve the reward. Now, let’s move,” she said.
Checking his phone and confirming the receipt of the reward, Xander grinned from ear to ear. “Awesome! Chief instructor, sit tight. We’re off to steal my brother’s ne!”
With that, he floored the gas pedal, suddenly speeding up and crashing through the entrance of the Crystal Hotel, shattering the parking barrier
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