The Heir

HE could not help but sneered as the guards dragged him out of the building. If they only knew who he was, they would probably hide their tails between their legs. But Maximillian preferred to keep his identity hidden from the public. At least for now. He has a plan, and the only way to execute that was to keep a low-key profile. He must move discreetly.

They were almost at the exit, and the security guards were about to throw him out of the building when he heard a loud female voice ordering the guards to stop.

“I said stop right there!” the woman said authoritatively. She strode towards his direction with a serious look on her face. “Take your hands off him!”

He looked at her from head to toe. She was dressed in a sophisticated suit, and the guards acted quickly to her instructions. The authority that this woman holds only meant one thing. She must be the LS Group president, Vanessa Smith.

The guards freed Maximillian but stayed on guard.

“I am so sorry about this, Mr. Lee,” the woman said apologetically. “If only I was informed prior to your visit, this would not happen. Maybe I should give Wilfred a scolding for not telling me.”

He wagged his hand. “You don’t have to. Wilfred followed my order not to tell anyone that I will be coming today.”

“Oh, a surprise visit.” Vanessa sighed. “Anyway, give me a minute or two to settle this.”

Maximillian nodded slowly and moved to the side to give way to Vanessa. The woman folded her arms and narrowed her eyes as she gave a threatening look to each one of the guards.

“Did you know what situation you put me through? You treated this person so harshly without knowing who he is.” Vanessa’s voice was too loud and firm; it caught everyone’s attention.

Now, all the people in the lobby, whether the company’s clients or employees, were all looking at them. They all looked like a predator, waiting for something to prey on. Perhaps they thought that it was one big piece of news.

“So, tell me, who told you to do that?” Vanessa continued reprimanding the guards. “Because I am sure that the order did not come from my office.”

The guards looked at each other and gazed at the reception desk. Vanessa glanced there too and looked at the guards again, who was now looking pale and nervous. They must have felt that their job was at stake no matter what they say.

the receptionist, Miss Smith,” one of the guards said. “She instructed us to take him

the reception area. She slammed her hand on the counter that made the

the guards?”

who did move forward. “I am sorry, Ma’am, it was my fault. I… I thought he was just one of

suit when he walked inside this building

president’s litany caused the onlookers to

I wasn’t aware of his relationship to you.” The receptionist clasped

what you have done to my

all shocked to know that he was the president’s relative. Maybe it was just

Vanessa said

The receptionist

want you out,” Vanessa said

receptionist’s eyes widened. Crying, she kneeled in front

Ma’am… please… please give me a second

not the first time you commit a

did what the president told them. Stacey was dragged

sauntered

“Yes?”

glanced in Rebecca’s

you please do

I can do in my power, I will do