A few days later, Maxson came back from his trip to Lunarisé and made his way to the company immediately.
“We’re arriving soon, you have a meeting with the executives in half an hour,” Ben reported in the Rolls-Royce.
“Have you given Christabel the files?” Maxson ignored Ben’s report.
“Yes, last week.”
“Ok,” Maxson peered out the window, wondering why the hell the driver is driving so slowly back to the company.
“How do you think she would do?” Ben asked from the front seat.
“Obviously, she’ll be great,” Maxson answered impatiently. “When the hell are we getting there?” he shot at the driver, a burst of angry aura was directed to the driver, making the old man tremble.
“Young- Young Master, we - we are close, it’s just all this traffic,” he gestured in front of him. It was peak hour
