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?”

It’s just that she asked me to run some errands

Then, let me know how

it, Victoria. I can pay for my suit,” he

me wrong,

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

He heard Victoria heaved

car when

the restaurant when the doorman suddenly blocked his way. He even pushed

to go inside,” the doorman with a loud baritone voice muttered as he gave him

at the moment?”

allowed to come in

he really have to experience discrimination

convince the doorman to let him in

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

beckoned a waiter and told him to call