Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 685

"Yes, I have them." As Tucker was rummaging through his bag to double-check, a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the curb.

Byron, dressed impeccably in a suit and flanked by several assistants, strode confidently toward the entrance. His eyes immediately fell on Tucker, with his wrinkled suit, scuffed shoes, and salt-and-pepper hair.

Byron scoffed internally. A distinguished professor, and he couldn't even bother to dress himself properly. Anyone who knew would say he was traveling for a competition. Anyone who didn't would think he was a beggar from off the street.

"Well, hello, Tucker," Byron said in a snide tone, stopping beside him. "Are we on the same flight?"

"I believe so," Tucker replied, glancing at Juniper, who had handled all the booking details. As far as he knew, there was only one flight to Moralia Country at this time.

"Is that so?" Byron's condescending attitude grew. "First class, I presume? Excellent. We can discuss the competition on the plane."

First class? Although the girl had promised to cover his travel expenses, Tucker couldn't bring himself to let her. He had planned to pay her back as soon as he got the reimbursement from the university.

"Economy," Tucker answered with a cheerful smile. To him, it didn't matter where he sat. The money for a first-class ticket could fund a good portion of his research. It just wasn't necessary.

"Economy, you say?" Byron's voice dripped with scorn. "It's so cramped and stuffy back there. I've gotten used to flying first class."

Tucker shot him a look. He knew the man was just showing off and didn't bother wasting his breath arguing.

"I was thinking of upgrading you, but..." Byron paused, the mockery on his face intensifying, "our positions at the university are different, so our travel allowances are naturally different too. If I moved you to first class, I wouldn't be able to get it reimbursed."

"No," Juniper replied calmly after a quick glance.

"No?" Tucker frowned. "But that's the only flight to Moralia Country. You better not have gotten the time wrong. We can't miss the competition."

"Don't worry." Juniper took the suitcase from his hand. "We're taking a private jet."

"Oh," Tucker mumbled, then his brain caught up with her words. His voice shot up in astonishment. "A private jet?!"

Good heavens. How much did that cost? How many years would he have to save up his secret stash of cash to pay her back for this?