The Heir

“OH!” Vanessa almost jumped in surprise upon seeing Maximilian sitting on the swivel chair when she entered the president’s office. “I didn’t expect to see you here today.” She dropped her bag on the couch and folded her arms.

“I ran some errands for my wife, and I decided to drop by.” Maximilian grabbed a pen from the holder and played it with his fingers. “Did she call you?”

“Who?” Vanessa’s brows furrowed.

“Victoria.”

“No. She never called me since that day she came here. Why, is there something that concerns the company or me?”

“Well, her grandmother is hosting a banquet, and Victoria was given this task to invite you and the new president.” He returned the pen to the holder. “I told her to invite you.”

“And?” Vanessa arched a brow.

“You are to say yes to the invitation, of course.” Maximilian rose to his feet. He was about to leave when she spoke again.

“How about you?”

“I will be there.”

“Not as the LS Group president, I guess.”

“It is not the time yet.”

“And when is the right time, Maximilian?” Vanessa cocked her head to the side. “You know that you can’t hide your identity forever, especially to the board of directors. Everyone is looking forward to seeing you. I had to lie to them by saying that the chairman is still training you before taking over the company.”

“You did well.” He clapped his hands and stopped immediately when Vanessa rolled her eyes.

don’t

his hands. “You will be the first one to know once I am ready to reveal my identity to the public. But for now, please think of another alibi

she said

at

head to the door when he heard the phone

to the table and picked

“Who’s that?” he mouthed.

silent as she listened to whatever the caller was saying

in his direction. “I… uhm… I will definitely inform him of

face

“Happy?”

“Satisfied.” He beamed.

making me feel like

door creaked. His secretary holding

that you asked for.” John put the envelope

fast.” He smiled

Ah, he just hoped his cousin Victoria and her son of a waste husband would enjoy every second of their vacation because their sweet success is about to come to an end.

driver to get your car, Sir?” John asked after

put the pictures back in the envelope and put them in the inside pocket of his suit. Then he got his

a call to the general manager’s office, who happened

me, Franklin. Tell my father I want him in my office now,” he ordered

sorry, Sir, but your father is not here in

creased. “And