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Basilia chuckled at Zanipher’s response, twirling her scarf and revealing a smile that only her bashers would hate. It reminded her few of Brunhilde’s replies but they were more, for lack of a better term, savage. No wonder her other older sister hated their second cousin every time she spoke.

But what made the young girl pleased the most was that the 7th Dragon entertained her question because it helped her to form more opinion of Zanipher. To Basilia, a response was better than no response at all. However, the young girl already felt that the woman won't bulge anytime. There was no other way around for her in this situation except for maintaining a hospitable atmosphere.

It didn't bother her though. She'd dealt with few people with the worst personality in the show business.

As the young girl was thinking of how to respond at Zanipher's inquiry of her family, Basilia glanced at the woman to her left. She then turned her head to the other side, looking at the corner of the street.

“Our chauffer should be…. here….. There he is!”

As if on cue, black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to view. It drifted a little when it took a sharp turn but proceeded gently as it came to a stop in front of them. Basilia noticed that the rear tires were sizzling a little like they were fresh out of the frying pan. Looks like there was an abrupt change of car along the way, Basilia thought.

Something happened

“Here's our ride. Let's go,” Basilia beamed at Zanipher and beckoned her to walk towards the vehicle, acting as though she didn't notice the tires. The bold-looking car with black-tinted windows automatically opened its passenger door for them, revealing a slick carbon black interior punctuated by brilliant red color.

As they’d settled themselves into their seat, the young girl looked at the driver with a smile.

“Hi, Kyrell.”

“Good afternoon, milady, Miss Hei’An,” a young gentleman with curly hair tipped his chauffeur hat at the two ladies and returned a smile. “Velvet Crown Restaurant, am I right, milady?”

“Yes. My mother’s waiting,” Basilia replied, mentioning her mother. It was a subtle order of “get there fast” that the chauffer followed immediately.

The chauffer called Kyrell nodded as he shifted the car’s gear. “Understood. Please fasten your seatbelts.”

He drove the car smoothly back to the road and fortunately came upon a green traffic light.

The young girl heaved a deep sigh, sitting back comfortably into her seat. She turned her head to the side to continue her conversation with Zanipher.

“I think everyone’s adjusting well to the family’s new direction,” she began, stretching her arms forward. “Now that there are more assets we can access in the network, our, hm, finance officers are working hard to expand our capital. Well, that's the gist of what my uncle told me but I think you’ll be more happy to hear that the banks are being generous to us,”

The fact that the squads dispatched from Legazpi Defense Group were the security personnel of some of those banks, there was nothing that could make those banks happier than lending money to people who did their job well protecting their establishments. That and paid on time. Basilia wasn't much into the complicated business operations of their family but she was at least aware of how the others work.

“Oh, have you already met Wynston? He was recently assigned in Vale and if I remember correctly….. He was looking forward to work with the Syndicate.”