CHAPTER 1

Patrick stood up from his executive office chair as he was through with the day's work. 

At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant named Jeff Hudson knocked and stepped into his executive office that was painted in ash grey color to see him.

"Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" Jeff asked.

Patrick stepped out from his office chair in silence, and he picked up his black coat that was hanging on his executive office chair. 

He wore it to prevent the cold wind from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He then adjusted his necktie and snatched his briefcase from his office desk.

In a final glance, Patrick exited his office on the eighth floor of his ten-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state.

He entered the elevator that immediately took him down to the ground floor of his luxurious hotel.

Patrick stepped out and made his way to his black SUV parked, and his bodyguards pulled the car door closed for him as soon as he entered the backseat.

Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses in the state. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts ranging from his parents' concerns, to finding a wife, to dealing with competitors who wanted to take him down in the business world.

Patrick had kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and no one knew the real Patrick Anderson, as he kept his business strategies coded.

Likewise, Patrick stared ahead as Jeff, who was also his driver, rushed up to join him in the car. Jeff approached and slid into the driver's seat.

He ignited the SUV engine and finally drove out from the luxurious hotel.

Jeff arrived at the Anderson mansion's front gate, and the security men pulled the huge black gate open. He drove the luxury SUV into the mansion premises and parked.

Patrick stepped down from the SUV and walked towards the three-story building, his anger boiling as he clicked his black shoes on the cemented ground and walked into the living room.

The new maid, Loveth Logan, was mopping the living room's tiled floor. She stared back at Patrick as she saw him enter the living room. She smiled and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

Patrick didn't respond to Loveth's greeting. He frowned and stared away as he walked up to the milk-colored couch in the living room and dropped his briefcase there.

Patrick took off his black coat and hung it on his shoulder, feeling the warmer heat from the heater warming up his cool dark skin.

He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the elevator to retire to his chamber. He was wearing a red color pocket shirt with a black plain trouser, and he had short black hair.

Just then, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below, suffering from kneecap pain. She saw Loveth still mopping the tiled floor, frowned, and stared away, then saw Patrick wanting to enter the elevator.

"Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor called him back.

Patrick paused and stared back at his mother. He met her smiling gaze, sighed, and walked back to meet her as she walked forward to him in her long blue gown.

"Good evening, mother," Patrick greeted his mother as he approached and hugged her on the shoulder. He walked with her to the couch, as he was her only son and had four older sisters.

Patrick knew that his parents wanted nothing more than for him to give them a heir.

His four older sisters were all married and far older than him, as his aged mother had birthed him last, ten years after his immediate elder sister's birth.

"Welcome, son. How was today in the office?" Mrs. Eleanor finally asked him.

"Fine, mother," Patrick replied and sat down with his mother on the couch.

"I can see that, Patrick. When will you finally marry? As you know that your father and I aren't getting any younger. Don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Corporations?" Mrs. Eleanor asked him again.

"Mom...." Patrick frowned and sighed.

"My son," his mother called to his attention again, and he replied, "Mom, you don't have to worry about your death yet, okay? I will think about a bride soon, probably this week or next week."

"Okay, Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor replied with a smile, while Patrick stood up from the living room couch to retire to his chamber, feeling heartbroken.

"How about your girlfriend, Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to go and marry her at once, or what's the matter, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked again, getting a little worried about what was going wrong between Patrick and his girlfriend, and what was stopping them from getting married, as they were so in love.

Patrick felt his forehead become sweaty at his mother's questions. He looked away and made eye contact with their new maid, Loveth Logan. She smiled at him and blushed as she continued mopping the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark grey unique-colored eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform, and she looked so beautiful with nice curves, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.

Patrick quickly stared away from Loveth and looked back at his mother, replying, "Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it, and she had refused to give me a proper explanation too."

Patrick couldn't tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow Albert, the cheap slùt who was 24/7 horny and fell for any available rod that wanted to thrust into her secret cave.

Mrs. Eleanor sighed and replied, "But I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me that you both are fine and still together."

"Mom," Patrick stiffened and stared back at his mother unbelievably. Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, he replied, "Mom, I am very tired now, and I need to return to my room."

"Okay, son," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and watched Patrick finally walk away to the elevator.

Mrs. Eleanor saw Loveth and called Patrick back, "Son, have you met Loveth Logan? She's the new maid from Westwood, and her mother is one of the charitable women there who are contributing to building the economy."

"Hmm," Patrick paused and stared back at Loveth, who had already finished mopping the tiled floor. She bowed her head lowly to him as she felt his cold, piercing gaze.

"How do you see her, Patrick? Your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, actually recommended her services to us, and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as I am already old and cannot work much. Come, Loveth," Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking and signaled to Loveth to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson Corporation."

Loveth stopped in front of Patrick's view and bowed her head lowly and respectfully to him, speaking, "It's an honor to meet you, sir."

Patrick froze, sinking into deep thought. Was this some sort of temptation or setup by his mother? Her eyes were shining black like a pûssy cat. Her nose was very sharp-pointed, and her lips were naturally pink without lip gloss. Her long natural blonde hair was packed into a ponytail, and her skin looked flawless, like a mix of milk and honey.

Patrick took some time assessing her beauty until his mother's words snapped him out of his assessment.

"I see you like Loveth. She's also a very good cook, and I cannot help but feel younger and love her more."

"Hmm....." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth.

He stared back at his mother and replied, "Okay, Mom. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch up with by 10 p.m., and I need to be ready for it."

Patrick immediately walked away and went into the elevator, without waiting for his mother's response, and went up to the fourth floor.

Patrick arrived at the fourth floor and stepped out from the elevator into his sitting room, cussing out, "Fụck!" as he was very annoyed and didn't want to end up marrying a loose woman.

Patrick approached his sitting room couch and dropped his briefcase and coat on it. He walked ahead to his sitting room bar to take out an alcoholic wine, as he was angry and couldn't believe that Willow would cheat on him with his rival, Tony Miles.

Patrick took out an alcoholic wine bottle from the bar, popped it open, and drank the red wine content directly from the bottle mouth.

Patrick staggered, feeling the wine's effect, and sat down on a stool closer to the bar top.

He finished drinking the wine bottle in his hand and took out another wine bottle, popping it open again. He cussed out, "I hate you, Willow."

Just then, Patrick heard his sitting room door slide open, and he stared backward, seeing a beautiful maid step into his sitting room with a tray of his meal in her hands.