Patrick stood up from his executive office seat as he was through with the day's work.
At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office, which was painted in ash grey, to see him.
"Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" Jeff asked.
Patrick stepped out from his office seat in silence, picked up his black coat that was hanging on his executive office seat, and wore it to prevent the cold wind from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He adjusted his necktie and snatched his briefcase away from his office desk.
In a single final glance, Patrick exited his office on the eighth floor of his ten-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state.
He entered the elevator, which immediately took him down to the last floor of his luxurious hotel.
Patrick stepped out and made his way to his black SUV parked outside. His bodyguards pulled and shut the car door closed for him as soon as he entered the back seat.
Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses in the state. His mind was preoccupied with many thoughts, ranging from his parents, who had been urging him to bring home a wife, to the list of competitors wanting to take him down and away from the business world.
Patrick had kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and no one knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded.
Meanwhile, Patrick stared ahead at Jeff, who was rushing up to join him in the car. Jeff approached and slid into the driver's seat, as he was Patrick's driver too.
Jeff ignited the SUV engine and then drove out from the luxurious hotel.
When Jeff arrived at the Anderson mansion's front gate, he parked the car and the security man pulled the huge black gate open. Jeff then drove the luxury SUV into the mansion premises and parked.
However, Patrick stepped down from the SUV and walked towards the four-story mansion frontage. He was angry, and his blood continued to boil hot 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."
"Hmm..." Patrick paused and didn't respond to Loveth's greeting. He frowned and looked away as he walked up to the milk-colored couch in the living room to drop 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 upstairs to his chamber.
Just then, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman suffering from kneecap pain, stepped out from her room below. She saw Loveth still mopping the tiled floor, and she frowned, and looked away, seeing Patrick wanting to enter the elevator.
"My son..." Mrs. Eleanor called him back.
Patrick paused and looked back at his mother. He met her smiling gaze on him, sighed, and walked back to meet her. She was wearing a long blue gown and stood in the living room, walking forward to meet him too.
"Good evening, mother," Patrick greeted his mother as he approached her and hugged her to her shoulder. He walked with her to the couch as he was her only son, and he had four older sisters.
Patrick knew that there was nothing else his parents wanted from him other than giving them an heir.
His four older sisters were all married and far older than him, as his aged mother birthed him last, ten years after his immediate elder sister's birth.
"Welcome, my son. How was today in the office?" Mrs. Eleanor asked him.
"It was fine, mother," Patrick replied and sat down with his mother on the couch.
"I can see that, Patrick. When will you finally marry? You know that your father and I aren't getting any younger. Or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Corporations?" Mrs. Eleanor asked him again.
Patrick frowned and sighed, "Hmm..."
"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, my son," Mrs. Eleanor replied with a smile, while Patrick stood up from the living room couch to retire back to his chamber as he was heartbroken.
"But how about your girlfriend, Willow Albert? Why not make arrangements to go and marry her at once, or what's the matter, my 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 marrying, as they were so in love.
Patrick felt his forehead become sweaty from his mother's questions. He looked away and met 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 looked away from Loveth and looked back at his mother, replying, "Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it, and she has 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 slut 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, my son," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and watched Patrick walk away to the elevator.
Mrs. Eleanor saw Loveth and called Patrick back, "My 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 looked back at Loveth, who was already through with mopping the tiled floor, and she bowed her head low to him as she felt his cold, piercing gaze on her.
"How do you see her, Patrick? Your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, actually recommended Loveth's 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 Loveth to come.
"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson Corporation."
Loveth stopped in front of Patrick's view, bowed her head low and respectfully to him, and spoke, "It is my honor to meet you, sir."
Patrick froze as he stood speechless and sank into some deep thinking.
Was this some sort of temptation or setup by his mother?
Her eyes were so shining black like a cat's.
Her nose was very sharp and pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss. Her long natural blonde hair was packed into a ponytail.
Her skin also looked flawless, like milk and honey mixed together. Patrick saw that he took some time assessing Loveth's beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment.
"I see that you like her, Patrick... She's also a very good cook, and I cannot help but feel younger and love her the more."
"Hmm..." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth.
He looked 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 meetings 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 he went up to the fourth floor.
Patrick arrived at the fourth floor and stepped out from the elevator into his sitting room, and he cussed out, "Damn it!" as he was very annoyed and didn't want to end up marrying a loose woman.
Patrick approached his sitting room purple couch and dropped his briefcase and coat on the couch. He walked ahead to his sitting room bar to take out an alcoholic wine there 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 his car, popped it open, and drank the red wine content directly from the bottle mouth.
Patrick staggered, feeling the wine effect on him, and sat down on a stool closer to the bar top.
Patrick finished drinking the wine bottle in his hand, took out another wine bottle, and popped it open again. He cussed out, "I hate you, Willow."
Just then, Patrick heard his sitting room door slide open, and he looked backward and saw a beautiful maid step into his sitting room with a tray of his meal in her hands.