Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 395:

The hotel manager briefed Burnet on the recent events.

As the information sank in, a chill seemed to pass over Burnet’s features, a hint of displeasure creasing his brow. Yet, his concern wasn’t about his damaged car or Xander’s casual offer of complimentary benefits for an outsider.

Instead, he asked, “So, Xander has chosen Tiffany to be his girlfriend?”

“Yes,” the hotel manager replied respectfully. “Mr. Xander Hoffman was quite clear about it. He introduced Tiffany as his future wife and brought her here today to introduce her to us.”

“Is this Tiffany from the renowned medical and pharmaceutical family, the Nash family in Bleber?” Burnet asked for further clarification.

“That’s correct,” the hotel manager confirmed.

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At that moment, Clarissa, who was seated across from him, chimed in with a light laugh. “Xander is grown up now. He can choose his own partner, and we should respect his decisions. It’s been a long time since we last met, and I would love to have a pleasant meal with you. Let’s not dwell on this, shall we?”

In Burnet’s company, Clarissa’s demeanor was as graceful and sophisticated as Xander had described, radiating a refined elegance.

Clarissa spoke of Xander with a familial warmth, suggesting she already considered herself his sister-in-law.noveldrama

Hearing Clarissa’s words, Burnet quickly masked his irritation and instructed the hotel manager, “Let Xander do as he pleases. Just ensure he doesn’t disrupt our meal or cause any trouble. I’ll handle everything else.”

“Got it,” the hotel manager nodded and then excused himself.

After taking a walk along the beach for a while, Marissa felt the moment was right.

She suggested, “Xander, I bet your brother is already aware you chose me to be your girlfriend, and he and Clarissa are probably halfway through their lunch. Let’s casually run into them.”

“Sounds good!” Xander agreed with excitement and followed Marissa back.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, they found the hotel manager waiting there.

Following Burnet’s earlier instructions, the manager remained calm and greeted Xander and Marissa respectfully, “Mr. Xander Hoffman, Miss Nash, did you enjoy your walk?”

Marissa smiled politely.

Xander, acting arrogant, called out loudly, “Did the butler relay my demands?”

“He did,” the hotel manager confirmed. “Just let us know what you and Miss Nash feel like experiencing today, and we’ll arrange it.”

Xander raised an eyebrow, impressed by the hotel manager’s willingness to accommodate his request to permanently waive Marissa’s bills. This action suggested that the manager had Burnet’s approval.

Xander suspected that Burnet authorized it because he didn’t want his lunch with Clarissa disrupted. More precisely, he didn’t want any interruptions during Clarissa’s meal since her identity needed to remain a secret.

However, Marissa had expressed her desire to meet Clarissa, and Xander gave priority to the chief instructor’s needs over Clarissa’s. Clarissa was nobody to him.

Xander looked around and gestured towards Burnet’s car, “Is my brother also here?”

The hotel manager glanced at Burnet’s car and responded, “Yes. Mr. Hoffman is here, currently dining with a special guest in the presidential suite on the top floor.”

“Great, I’ll go up to him,” Xander said and took Marissa’s hand, leading her forward.

The hotel manager quickly intervened, “Mr. Xander Hoffman, your brother mentioned that no one should disturb him during his meal. It would be best if you waited.”

“Ridiculous!” Xander moved past the manager decisively. “This is my family’s hotel, and that’s my brother. I don’t need your permission for anything.”

Seeing the manager hesitate, Xander pointed directly at him and warned, “Move. You’ll regret it if you try to stop me from introducing my future wife to my brother.”

The manager, clearly intimidated, said nothing.

With assurance, Xander escorted Marissa into the elevator and headed straight for the top floor

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