Chapter 290. Tight-Lipped Conspirators

A limo was waiting for them outside.

“A limo?!” Reyona thought in astonishment as she looked at Maxwell, but he was giving nothing away.

Junior bounced towards the car and even Allysyn hurried after him.

“What is…?” Reyona's question was interrupted as she saw a uniformed driver, fully garbed like a professional chauffeur, down to the brimmed hat, step out and open the door for them.

Junior bounced in before the man could say jack.

“Miss,” he said to Allysyn as he helped her into the car.

Reyona couldn't hold back her grin at how the girl automatically straightened her back and daintily gave him her hand.

“That is a budding diva right there.” She thought to herself with pride.

“How are you doing today, madam?” The chauffeur asked as she got to him.

“I am doing good,” Reyona said with emphasis as she beamed at Maxwell.

“And you?” She asked before Maxwell helped her inside.

“Fine, ma. Thanks for asking.”