The Heir

HE pulled over to the parking lot of a top local restaurant in town. Based on his research, it has the highest ratings amongst its competitors. The food was excellent, cooked by five stars Michelin chefs. It has a beautiful ambiance, suitable for special occasions like anniversaries and wedding proposals, and the service was incredibly great. Well, it was kinda exaggerated for him, though. Somewhat, all restaurants are the same. Trying to give the best service they know to gain or attract customers.

Maximilian was about to get off his car when his phone rang. His wife was calling him, and he had a hunch what that was about.

“Max, where are you now? Did you go to the—”

“I decided to have my suit tailored. A friend of mine recommended a great tailor, and I am heading to his shop to see him now.” Ah, now he needed to ask Wilfred for a tailor-made suit.

“Heading there? Just now?” Victoria sounded like she was in doubt.

“Yes.”

“And why, Max? We parted for a couple of hours already.”

“I dropped by to the hospice because my mother wants to see me.” There go the lies again. It was starting to become a habit, and it kinda made him feel bad for Victoria.

“O-oh… How is she? Is there a problem?”

me to run some errands on her

Then, let me know

need to worry about it, Victoria. I can pay for

get me wrong,

to pay for my own suit. So… don’t worry about it and get back to

heard Victoria heaved

car when

towards the entrance of the restaurant when the doorman suddenly blocked his way. He even pushed him

are not allowed to go inside,” the doorman with a loud baritone voice muttered as

at the moment?” he

allowed to come

teeth. Did he really have to experience

stood there for a while, trying to think of a way to convince the doorman

But the woman seemed busy talking with a customer. “See that girl? I know her,” Maximilian

doorman beckoned a waiter and told him to call