Maxim Ford furrowed his brows, but his voice remained gentle: "Alright, I'll have Nate pick you up, see you later."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Tiana Thorne had already stood up from her seat: "May, let's go."
At this moment, May Sloane finally seized the chance in the pause of the dog food moment to calculate.
Millions!
Oh my, millions...
Is this pocket money?
Maxim actually told Tiana not to be frugal...
Indeed, poverty had limited her imagination.
A wealthy person's pocket money was an amount she could never earn in her lifetime.
No wonder so many women would break their heads trying to marry into a wealthy family...
And no wonder so many men, even if their children took their wife's surname, would want to be a live-in son-in-law in a wealthy family.
Just the pocket money alone was irresistibly tempting.
May was truly engrossed in her own world, not hearing Tiana calling her.
Because May was a step late, Maxim held Tiana's hand and made her sit back down.
