Chapter 94: Dallmayr. (3/3) (Updated)

Linn stood comfortably beside them, his hands briefly adjusting his coat as he glanced toward the restaurant entrance, satisfied with how the evening had begun, while the police escort car idled quietly a few meters behind, the officers remaining inside, allowing the private meeting to proceed without unnecessary attention.

Behind them the city continued its calm evening rhythm — distant traffic, quiet conversations from nearby pedestrians, warm street lights reflecting off the clean pavement — but right there outside Dallmayr, the moment carried a different weight, because business, politics, and personal matters were about to sit at the same table for the next few hours.

” Finn is coming in his own car. ”

Linn said casually as Aaron Müller moved ahead toward the entrance of Dallmayr, the staff already recognizing her arrival and opening the door with quiet professionalism, while Max remained standing beside Linn outside, choosing to wait a moment longer. Finn wouldn’t know exactly where to go once he arrived, and it felt natural to receive him as well.

Behind them the police escort that had accompanied the Mercedes guided the vehicle slowly toward a nearby parking alley reserved for official cars, the quiet coordination practiced and efficient, leaving the street in front of the restaurant clear again.

” He should have come with you. ”

Max said with a small shake of his head, his tone half amused, half practical, because waiting outside now felt unnecessary when everything was already arranged inside, but Finn was his friend, and more importantly, the connection that made tonight possible. Without Finn introducing him to Linn, none of this would have happened.

So Max stayed where he was, hands resting casually near his pockets, posture composed under the warm street lights, his eyes occasionally scanning the road for headlights that might belong to Finn’s car, while Linn stood beside him with the relaxed patience of someone used to waiting for people who were always a few minutes late.

*BRMM*

The Audi arrived with a burst of engine sound before slowing sharply and stopping in front of Max, the RS3’s aggressive tone cutting through the otherwise calm street for a brief moment, and Max simply shook his head slightly, because with his enhanced vision he had already spotted the car turning onto the road from far away.

” Max! ”

Finn called out excitedly from inside the car as if he had just arrived heroically instead of a few minutes late.

” You dumb idiot. ”

Before Max could even open his mouth to respond, Linn stepped forward first and lightly tapped Finn on the head through the open window, the gesture carrying more fatherly irritation than real anger, then pointed firmly toward the parking space down the alley.

” After parking, come inside. ”

Linn said it with the calm authority of someone who had repeated similar instructions his whole life, leaving no room for argument.

Max stood there for a second, amused, because the entire exchange happened so quickly he didn’t even get the chance to say anything, and Finn simply gave a sheepish grin before slowly driving the Audi toward the indicated parking spot.

” Let’s go inside. ”

Linn said to Max, and Max nodded immediately, because as the host it wouldn’t look good if he remained the last person outside while his guests were already seated inside.

The two of them walked toward the entrance of Dallmayr together, the polished glass doors opening smoothly as they approached, warm light spilling onto the pavement from inside, the quiet elegance of the place immediately noticeable the moment they stepped through.

The interior carried the refined atmosphere the restaurant was known for — soft golden lighting reflecting from polished wooden panels, white tablecloths arranged perfectly across the dining floor, crystal glasses catching the light, the faint aroma of fine cuisine drifting through the air without being overwhelming. The main dining hall wasn’t loud, conversations remained low and controlled, the kind of environment where every movement felt deliberate rather than rushed.

Near the entrance, the restaurant manager was already waiting, having been informed about the private reservation earlier. He stepped forward the moment Max entered, offering a polite smile and a slight bow of the head.

” Good evening, Sir. Welcome to Dallmayr. Your private table is prepared. ”

Max returned the greeting with a small nod, his posture calm and composed, then subtly gestured toward the manager with his eyes and a slight movement of his hand — a quiet question without words, asking if everything had been arranged exactly as requested.

The manager understood immediately.

” Everything is ready, Sir. Your guests have already been seated in the private room. ”

Max nodded once more, satisfied, and gestured for Linn to walk ahead with him as the manager politely led them deeper into the restaurant, toward the private dining area where the rest of the evening was about to unfold.

Max and Linn followed the manager deeper into the restaurant, leaving the main dining hall behind as they moved toward the private section reserved for discreet gatherings, their footsteps soft against the polished wooden floor, the quiet elegance of the place becoming even more noticeable the further inside they walked.

The corridor leading to the private rooms was calmer, lined with warm lighting and framed artwork, the soft glow reflecting off dark wood panels and polished brass fixtures, the kind of refined environment designed for important dinners where conversations mattered more than spectacle.

As Max walked beside Linn, the atmosphere around him felt almost unreal for a brief moment, and a thought crossed his mind without warning.

Just a few weeks ago he had been a broken man walking alone through the cold streets of Regensburg, an orphan with nothing but a backpack and uncertainty about the future, the kind of existence where every decision felt like survival rather than progress.

Now he was walking through one of the most prestigious restaurants in Munich, hosting a private dinner with the Deputy Mayor of the city, upstairs to settle a problem that would have crushed most people his age.

The contrast was sharp enough that even Max, who rarely indulged in nostalgia, paused internally for a second.

Life changes fast with the system at hand.

The thought crossed Max’s mind as he stepped deeper into the private corridor, but instead of making him feel overwhelmed, it only strengthened his posture slightly. The system might have given him opportunities and money, but every step after that still required his judgment, his decisions, and his ability to handle the consequences.

Money alone didn’t solve problems. Using it correctly did. He knew very well that if he made one foolish move tonight, even a system reward wouldn’t save him from the kind of trouble Bronte represented.

The manager reached the private dining door and opened it politely, stepping aside with a small bow of the head.

Inside, the room was quiet but lively at the same time. Jennifer, Machina, Josefina, and Danica were already seated around the table, the space arranged with the understated luxury expected from Dallmayr.

Crisp white tablecloths covered the long dining table, polished silver cutlery lined perfectly beside each plate, crystal glasses reflecting the warm candlelight placed at the center, while a faint scent of fresh herbs and fine cuisine lingered in the air from the kitchen nearby.

Jennifer immediately looked toward the door when Max entered, her posture straightening slightly, Machina’s tall frame noticeable even while seated, Josefina relaxed but observant, and Danica smiling like she had already made herself comfortable among them.

Max stepped inside calmly beside Linn, his expression composed, the weight of the evening settling fully into place now that everyone had gathered, because this dinner was no longer just about food — it was about decisions that could shape what happened next.

Mrs. Müller was nowhere to be seen when Max and Linn stepped into the private room, and for a brief moment Linn’s eyes scanned the table instinctively before he looked toward the waiter standing quietly near the wall, the expression on his face silently asking where the Deputy Mayor had gone.

Before the waiter could even respond, Jennifer spoke first.

” Mrs. Müller went to the washroom. ”

Jennifer said it with a polite smile, lifting her hand slightly and pointing toward the elegant handbag resting beside one of the chairs at the table, the unmistakable sign that Aaron Müller had only stepped away briefly.

Linn nodded once in acknowledgment, the small tension leaving his posture immediately, while Max glanced at the handbag as well, confirming the explanation without needing further words.

Around the table the atmosphere remained warm and composed — Machina sitting tall in her purple gown, Josefina relaxed but attentive in her red dress, and Danica watching the exchange with an amused smile as if she was enjoying how quickly she had become part of the evening.

Max stepped inside and moved toward the table without hesitation, taking the seat between Jennifer and Machina, his presence naturally anchoring the arrangement. Danica was seated beside Jennifer, leaning slightly toward her as if they had already begun talking while waiting, while Josefina had taken the chair beside Machina, the two of them forming the other side of Max’s position at the table.

Across from them, Linn took his seat beside the chair where his wife’s handbag rested, confirming quietly that she had only stepped away for a moment. The table itself had been arranged for ten people, the extra chairs placed neatly around the long dining table.

Max had reserved it that way deliberately.

When hosting guests of Linn and Aaron Müller’s stature, it was common for additional people to appear — assistants, drivers, aides — and unexpected situations like Danica joining could also happen. Leaving space was a small detail, but details like that prevented awkward adjustments later, and Max preferred planning ahead rather than improvising in front of important guests.

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