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 an ash gray color, to see him.

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

Patrick stepped out of his office seat in silence, and he 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 exits 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, and 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 that he operated in the state. And his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts, ranging from his parents, who had been disturbing him, to bringing home a wife, down to the list of competitors that he has, wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

Patrick has kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and no one knew who the real Patrick Anderson was. As he kept his business strategies coded.

Patrick stared ahead at Jeff, who was rushing up to join him in his car. Jeff approached and slid into the driver's seat, as he was Patrick's driver too.

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

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

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 to the cemented ground and walked into the living room.

The new maid named Loveth Logan, was seen mopping the living room 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." Patric didn't respond to Loveth greeting him. He frowned and stared away. As he walked up to the milk-colored couch in the living room, he dropped his briefcase there on the couch.

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

He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the elevator to retire back upstairs to his chamber. He was wearing only a red pocket shirt with his black plain trouser, and he has short black hair on his head.

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

"Son." Mrs. Eleanor called him back.

Patrick paused and stared back at his mother. He met her smiling gaze on him, and he sighed and walked back to meet her. She was wearing a long blue gown, and she stood in the living room and walked forward to meet him too.

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

Patrick knew that there was nothing else that 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 lastly, after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

"Welcome son. How was today in 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, your father and I aren't getting any younger. Or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Corporation?" Mrs. Eleanor finally asked him.

Patrick frowned and sighed, "Hmm."

"Son." His mother called to his attention again, and Patrick replied, "Mom. You don't have to worry about your death yet, okay? As I will think about a bribe soon, probably this week or next week"

"Okay 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 an arrangement to go and marry her at once, or what's the matter, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked again. "I'm getting a little worried about what's going wrong between you and your girlfriend. What's stopping you two from marrying, as you two were so in love?"

Patrick felt his forehead become sweaty from 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 with her mopping of 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 he looked back at his mother and replied, "Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it, as she had refused to give me a proper explanation too."

Patrick couldn't tell his mother the truth about why he broke up with Willow Albert. The cheap slut that was 24 hours 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 back to my room to rest."

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

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

"Hmm.." Patrick paused and stared back at Loveth, who was already through mopping the tiled floor,and she bowed her head lowered as she felt his cold, piercing gaze on her.

"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. I am already old and cannot work much. Come, Loveth." Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking, and she signaled to Loveth to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson's cooperation."

Loveth stopped in front of Patrick's view, and she bowed, her head lowered and respectful to him, and she spoke, "Is it 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 was it set up by his mother?.

Her eyes are so shinning black, like pussycats.

Her nose is very sharply pointed, and her lips are naturally pink without lip gloss. And her long, natural blonde hair was packed into a ponytail.

Her skin also looks flawless, like milk and honey mixed together. Patrick saw that he took some time assessing her beauty, until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment.

"I see that you like her son... 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. It's good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now. I have some important online business meetings to catch up on by 10 p.m., and I need to be ready for them."

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 on the fourth floor and stepped out of the elevator into his sitting room, and he cussed out as he was very annoyed, and he didn't want to end up marrying a loose, bitchy.

Patrick approached his sitting room 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 collection of wines, he popped it open, and drank the red wine content directly from the bottle top.

Patrick staggered, feeling the wine effect on him. He sat down on a stool closer to the bar top and finished drinking the alcoholic wine bottle in his hand. He took out another wine bottle and popped it open again. He cussed out, "Hate you, Willow."

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