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?”

she asked me

me know

worry about it, Victoria. I

get me

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

heard Victoria heaved a sigh.

got off the car when the call

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

a loud baritone voice muttered as he gave

it chartered at the

are not allowed to

gritted his teeth. Did he really have

to convince the doorman to let him in when he saw someone he knew walked

woman seemed busy talking with a customer. “See that girl? I know her,” Maximilian told the doorman as he pointed

beckoned a waiter and