The Heir novel Chapter 11

“Max, let’s go.” Victoria held him by the hand and tried to pull him out of the study.

“Wait,” he said and pulled his hand from his wife. “Let me hear him out. Go on, tell me, Franklin.”

“Let’s have a bet if your wife…” Franklin turned his gaze to Victoria and back to Maximillian. “Will succeed or not.”

“I guess you will bet that she wouldn’t.” He put his arm around Victoria’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him. “So, what’s the catch?”

“Whoever lost will kowtow and admit his mistakes.” Franklin sneered.

Maximillian lowered his gaze on his wife, who was looking at him intently at that moment.

“Deal,” he muttered.

“Great.” Franklin pocketed his hands on his jeans and walked away.

Victoria clenched her hands against the fabric of his shirt.

“Why did you do that, Max?”

He cupped her face and brushed his thumbs on her cheeks.

“It’s all right, love. I have nothing to lose. It does not even involve money—”

“I am not feeling good about this, Max.” She let out a long sigh as she put her hands down.

“Cheer up, Victoria. I believe in you. You can win this war and prove yourself to everyone. You have it in you. It’s just that they always take your chance away. But I promise you, it won’t happen again…” Maximillian planted a kiss on his wife’s forehead, then to the tip of her nose, before kissing her on the lips.

“If… I fail on this project… and I lose everything—”

Maximillian placed his finger above her lips to silence her. “There is no way you will lose everything because I am here for you… always.”

“Oh, Max… thank you. How sweet of you.” Victoria wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest. “If I ever lost my job, we would leave this town, find a new place and start all over again.”

“I love that idea,” he agreed. “And maybe, when you are finally free, we can focus on building our family.”

Victoria smiled. “Of course.”

“SHOULD I cook for dinner, or we should just have it delivered?” Victoria asked when they reached home.

“Maybe we should check first if your mother cooked something for dinner,” he said as he got off the car.”

Victoria got off swiftly on her own before he could open the door for her.

Holding each other’s hands, they headed to the main door.

Laura, his mother-in-law, was already standing by the foyer when they got inside the house. It seemed that she had been waiting for their return.

“Mother.” Victoria approached her and kissed her on the cheek. “Max and I were thinking if we should cook or order food for dinner—”

“How’s the meeting?”

“O-oh.” Victoria glanced at him. “Well, Grandma wants us to get that billion-dollar estate project of the LS Group.”