The Heir novel Chapter 18

WHEN Maximilian entered the Griffith mansion, a butler met him at the foyer. He immediately hid the unlighted stick of cigarette inside his pocket.

“Mr. Lee,” the butler greeted nonchalantly.

“Daniel.” He tapped the butler on the shoulder.

“Is she home?” he asked, referring to the old Mrs. Griffith.

Maximilian was alone. He did not tell his wife Victoria that he would visit her grandmother because he did not want her to know what he secretly did for her.

“Yes. Madam is in the parlor right now, drinking her tea. She has been feeling quite weak lately. Perhaps she was really, really getting old,” Daniel said in a low tone.

He made him laughed at that.

“But then, she still holds power in this household.” He pocketed his hands and sauntered to the right-wing of the Griffith mansion where the parlor is located.

Maximilian knocked on the door twice. Mrs. Griffith’s secretary opened it for him.

“Mind if I join you?”

Old Mrs. Griffith turned in his direction. The moment she saw him, Maximilian saw that sour expression on her face. There was never a time that this old woman would be happy to see him.

“And you really dared to come over here unannounced.” Mrs. Griffith took a sip of her tea.

He plopped down on the chair across from her.

“Well… this is more like a surprise visit, Grandma.” He grinned.

Old Mrs. Griffith looked at him with a crooked brow.

“I doubt you care for me so much you—”

“Nah! I’m sorry to disappoint you, but that is not the case why I came here.” He picked a piece of Danish cookie from the can and popped it into his mouth. He munched it first before speaking again. “Well, it has been a week since the Griffith Group signed a deal with the LS Group. I am here to remind you that you promised my dear wife Victoria that she will be the general manager.”

Old Mrs. Griffith cleared her throat. “I haven’t forgotten about that. If that is what you mean.”

“Oh. Great!” Maximilian clasped his hands and leaned against his seat. “Then what is taking you so long?”

“How bold of you to ask me such a question?” Mrs. Griffith sneered. “It is my company, Maximilian. As long as I am the president, I call the shots. Victoria will be the new general manager soon. And besides, she is on vacation with you at the farmhouse.”

“Hmm… right. She’s been through a lot lately, and she deserves a vacation.” He rose to his feet and exited the parlor.

Maximilian went back to the farmhouse, where he found his wife still tucked under the blanket in broad daylight. Victoria was awake, though.

“Where have you been, Max?” She yawned and sat up afterward.