Chapter 275: Chapter 275: 920 Horsepower Performance
The three of them walked out of the garden courtyard a few minutes later, Amy wiping the corner of her lips with a subtle flush still lingering on her cheeks. As they passed the service podium, the young waiter from before was standing at attention, his posture straight.
Alexander paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of twenty-five hundred dollars. He tossed it casually onto the podium right in front of the young man.
"Did you see anything back there?" asked Alexander, his voice a low, testing rumble.
The waiter didn’t even look at the cash. He kept his eyes locked ahead, his face a mask of professionalism. "Excuse me, sir? I don’t understand. I just clocked into my shift a minute ago."
"Good boy," said Alexander, a dark smirk cutting through his face as he walked past.
Helen let out a soft, amused chuckle, stopping near the main lobby elevators to say her goodbyes. She turned to Amy, a wicked, knowing gleam flashing in her violet eyes. "Have a wonderful day at the academy, dear. At least I know you’re heading to class well-fed. Make sure to drink plenty of milk today for your bones... though I suppose you had your daily dose of fresh cream."
Amy let out a sharp, embarrassed cough, her face turning a brilliant shade of crimson as she looked away, knowing exactly which "milk" her mother was referring to. "Mom, stop it!"
Alexander didn’t miss a beat. He stepped forward and delivered a heavy, resonant slap right across Helen’s butt cheek.
Smack!
"I’ll finish punishing you for being a brat later tonight," said Alexander.
"Whenever you want, baby," said Helen with a sultry wink, turning on her heel and walking toward the VIP elevator with a low, triumphant laugh echoing behind her.
Alexander and Amy took the main escalator down to the underground executive garage. The moment the security doors slid open, the silver Lamborghini Temerario came into view, its sharp, predatory matte-black angles gleaming beneath the fluorescent lights.
Amy’s jaw dropped. "Oh my god... Alex, is this yours?"
"Just picked it up," said Alexander.
He pressed the key fob, and the scissor doors swung upward like the wings of a jet. Amy scrambled inside, her eyes wide as she took in the digital cockpit, the exposed carbon fiber paneling, and the smell of premium Italian leather. "This is insane! It looks like a spaceship inside."
"Hold on to something," said Alexander, his voice calm as he pressed the glowing red start button.
The 920-horsepower twin-turbo V8 hybrid engine ignited with a violent roar that shook the concrete foundations of the entire street. Alexander engaged the launch control, shifted into first gear, and tore out of the parking structure like a missile.
Before heading to the academy, Alexander veered toward the open coastal highway, wanting to test the beast. He slammed the accelerator flat against the floor. The hybrid motors engaged, providing an brutal wave of torque that threw Amy back into her leather seat. The digital speedometer blurred into a chaotic frenzy—100, 180, 260 kilometers per hour in a matter of heartbeats. The silver monster flew down the asphalt, weaving through the morning traffic like a streak of lightning, the high-pitched scream of the V8 echoing off the canyon walls. Amy was gripping the dashboard, a wild, breathless scream of pure adrenaline escaping her lips as the world outside turned into a smear of colors.
"Alex! Fuck! We’re flying!" screamed Amy, her eyes dilated with pure excitement.
Alexander only smirked, his hands steady on the steering wheel as he pushed the car to its limits before snapping the wheel into a heavy, high-speed drift around the final cloverleaf exit that led directly to the academic district.
Ten minutes later, the silver Lamborghini Temerario reached the main gates of the elite academy.
The front courtyard was packed with hundreds of wealthy students, high-end luxury sedans, and local security details. The deep, thunderous roar of the Temerario’s exhaust cut through the morning chatter. Every head turned as the silver beast came tearing through the gates, its carbon-ceramic brakes screeching sharply as Alexander executed a tight, flawless 180-degree spin, bringing the supercar in the center of the main VIP drop-off zone.
The silence that followed was deafening. Students stopped their mouths wide open as they stared at the stunning vehicle.
The passenger scissor door swung upward first. Amy stepped out, her short skirt catching the wind, her hair slightly messy from the wild ride, looking hot and radiating confidence. A second later, Alexander stepped out of the driver’s side, tossing the key fob in his hand, his posture relaxed and dominant.
The whispers broke out across the crowd, the massive display dazzling everyone present.
Alexander gave Amy a parting nod, his eyes scanning the surrounding crowd of male students. His gaze was cold and lethal, a silent warning that made every guy who had been staring at her look down at the pavement in sheer terror.
Satisfied, Alexander turned on his heel and walked back toward the driver’s side of the Temerario. Just as he reached the scissor door, he noticed two girls standing near the courtyard fountain, staring directly at him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized them—they were the two girls he had rescued from the factory along with Amy during that sweep weeks ago.
The two girls stood frozen, their eyes tracking his every movement. Back then, their mysterious savior had been covered from head to toe in heavy tactical gear, his face obscured by a ballistic visor. But seeing Alexander now—the exact same towering height, the identical broad, powerful shoulder frame, and that unmistakable, dominant stride—a sharp realization hit them.
"Is that... could it be him?" one of the girls whispered, her breath hitching as she stared at his silhouette.
They couldn’t help but look twice, their hearts hammering against their ribs as the pieces began to click together, staring at the silver supercar and the dangerous man behind the wheel with a overwhelming wave of suspicion and awe.
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