Max glanced briefly toward Jennifer and the others waiting near the corridor, then nodded lightly in agreement.
Outside the entrance, the car that arrived was a black BMW 7 Series sedan, the long-wheelbase luxury version often used for executive transport.
The paint reflected the warm lights from Dallmayr's façade like a polished mirror, while the signature kidney grille and slim LED headlights gave the car a sharp, elegant presence even while standing still.
The doors were soft-close, the interior dimly lit with soft ambient lighting that hinted at cream leather seats and polished wood trim inside. It was the kind of vehicle meant for quiet comfort rather than showing off speed.
Within a minute the restaurant staff had already coordinated everything. One of the attendants helped the girls with their coats while another held the door open. The chauffeur stood beside the car in a black suit, posture straight, waiting patiently for the guests to enter.
