NovelEnglishChapter 386: Marissa cocked her head, eyeing Xander with a mix of amusement and disdain. “Just look at you. You're a mess! Don't you think you should tidy yourself up and change your clothes first?" Xander, who had just fallen into a ditch with the car, was still reeling from the shock, completely forgetting to tidy himself up. Marissa's remark snapped him back to reality.
"You've got a point. I need a shower and a fresh set of clothes, or Burnet's going to have my head if he seeslike this." No sooner had he talked than his gaze drifted out the window to the opulent facade of the shopping mall in front of him, the priciest one in all of Blebert.
The thought of how little money he had brought a sheepish grin to his face. “Chief instructor, I really can't afford the clothes in that mall. How about I head home, clean up, and change before we meet again?" "It'll be too late by then," Marissa tossed a card his way. "Go get yourself snew clothes now." galnovstakes you on a journey He caught it deftly but remained seated, uncertainty written all over his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarissa's brow furrowed in impatience. "What's the matter now?" Holding the card in his hand, Xander turned to her, his voice tinged with caution. "Chief instructor, if you don't mindasking... how much do you have in here?" "Why would you need to know that?" "Don't misunderstand me. I'm not prying into your finances. But let's face it, everything in this mall is outrageously pricey. Each item here costs a fortune, and I'm concerned your card might not handle it." Marissa waved off his concerns, "Don't fret about it. Just pick out what you like, and do it fast. My card could buy this whole building if we wanted. Go ahead and choose the priciest clothes. Remember, you're representing the Hoffman family. If you're playing my boyfriend, you better look like a really wealthy man.” Xander felt a jolt of surprise. Despite being a Hoffman, with a wealthy family, he'd never felt so much money in his hands, let alone bought anything he wanted at that mall.
His allowance was a mere twenty thousand a month, and he was notoriously frugal with his spending.
His thriftiness was a recurring joke among acquaintances, and he was often teased for being the rich man who pinched pennies. It was hard for him to admit the truth in those situations, which was that despite his last name, he felt far from rich.
Now, urged to spend lavishly by his chief instructor, he couldn't help but laugh aloud, feeling both giddy and foolish as he clutched the black and golden card.
"Chief instructor, I had no idea you were this loaded. You truly are a goddess in my eyes. I'm so right to stick by you. Ha ha!" Marissa's lips quirked upwards. “Hurry up,” she urged. After a brief pause, she whispered, “And remember, don't let anyone find out that the car is wrecked." "Understood," he replied.
Clutching the black and golden card, he opened the car door, stepped out, and headed straight for the shopping mall.
Upon his entry, two security guards immediately halted him. Covered in dust and looking unkempt, he appeared to them like a homeless person, certainly not someone typically seen in such an upscale venue.
However, before the guards could voice their concern, Xander confidently raised his hand, displaying the black and golden card. “I have money," he declared boldly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe security guards' apprehension turned to panic. Hastily, they stepped aside and said with newfound respect, "Sir, this way, please." Xander, not giving it a second thought, strutted toward the men's wear section, oozing arrogance.
"Did you get a good look at that card? That man is holding one of only five super VIP gold cards issued by our mall worldwide." "I saw it. We nearly made a huge mistake with him just now. Thank goodness he flashed that gold card before we did anything reckless. We could've been fired."
"Only the highest of high rollers get such a card. Our boss personally sees to their service. Better-inform Customer Service, fast. If the boss finds out we slipped up, it's our necks on the line." While one of the security guards was busy dialing Customer Service, Xander had already made his way into the men's clothing section, looking to pick out sattire.
Noticing him, the saleswoman scowled and snapped, "Hey! You don't look like you belong here) This isn't a place for window shopping. Out you go! If you so much as touch and tarnish the fabric, the cost of damages would be more than you can handle."
Xander bristled at the saleswoman's elitist tone. He was just about to pull out his card once more to prove his financial standing when suddenly, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached from behind
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