The Heir

Sarah Francis was his schoolmate way back in college. She has a thing for him. Actually, Sarah confessed her feelings for him at that time, but he chose to reject her. There was nothing wrong with her, though. In fact, Sarah was charming and cool to be with. But Maximilian was the problem. He thought he does not deserve love and attention. Because if he did, why would his father choose to abandon him? He was afraid to love and be loved, then gets dumped in the end. And he had been feeling that way for so long until he met his wife, Victoria. Sarah failing to make him realize that only meant that they were not fated for each other.

“You know what…” Sarah’s lips quivered. “Seeing you now, I regret confessing my love for you back then. I wonder what made me like you, Maximilian. Am I bewitched or what? Look at you now… walking in town looking like a loser. No wonder your in-laws see you as a waste.”

“W-what?” Maximilian could not help but feel irritated.

“You better leave, Maximilian. There is no way that you will be allowed to enter the restaurant.”

It hits differently because he somehow expected that Sarah would not treat him like that. Well, given their past, perhaps it was wrong to expect from her. Sarah scowled at him before leaving.

Maximilian did not leave and fished his phone instead. He really liked that restaurant, and there is nothing that can stop him now from chartering that. Not now when he has the means.

He called the butler for the second time that day, who answered the call after a couple of rings.

Wilfred

Wilfred. I know you have a lot

the sound of a creaking

“Well… yeah.”

what is this about

my wife a present, I want to surprise her too with a romantic dinner. So, I plan to charter this top local restaurant that I saw online, and guess what? The doorman wouldn’t let me in. And there is this woman I know working at the restaurant, but just like the others

first, do not lose your cool, okay? I couldn’t be there instantly because I have to do something important that your

too long, Wilfred. I still need to fetch my wife at the office.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe you can make use of my father’s connection to make

of the restaurant, and

immediately told

you won’t be needing me

talking about, Wilfred? Of course,