1. Drunken night

Patrick rose from his executive office seat, having completed his day's work. At 8pm sharp, Jeff Hudson, his personal assistant, knocked on the door and entered his executive office, which was painted in ash grey.

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

Patrick stood up quietly from his office chair and grabbed his black coat from the back of his executive seat. He put it on to shield himself from the chilly wind and adjusted his necktie before swiftly taking his briefcase from his desk.

Patrick swiftly exits his office on the eighth floor of his ten-story multimillion dollar hotel in the state. He stepped into the elevator, which swiftly descended to the lowest floor of his opulent hotel. Patrick confidently exited the building and strode towards his sleek black SUV. His vigilant bodyguards swiftly pulled open the car door and securely closed it behind him as he smoothly settled into the back seat.

Patrick operated a wide array of undisclosed enterprises within the state. His mind buzzed with a multitude of thoughts, from the nagging concerns about his parents to the daunting task of finding a life partner. Meanwhile, a list of competitors lurked in the shadows, eager to dethrone him from his position in the business world.

Patrick Anderson concealed a multitude of identities, leaving everyone in the dark about his true self. He coded his business strategies. He watched as Jeff hurriedly approached him, ready to join him in the car. Jeff confidently approached and smoothly slid into the driver's seat, taking on the role of Patrick's driver as well.

Jeff started the SUV engine and drove away from the luxurious hotel. He reached the front gate of the Anderson mansion, and the security men swiftly opened the massive black gate. He drove the luxury SUV into the mansion premises and parked. 

Patrick confidently exited the SUV and made his way towards the impressive four-storey mansion. His anger fueled him as he stomped into the living room, his black shoes clicking on the cemented ground.

Loveth Logan, the new maid, vigorously mopped the tiled floor in the living room. Patrick entered the living room, and she stared back at him. With a smile on her face, she greeted him, saying, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

Patric did not respond to Loveth's greeting. Frowning, he walked up to the milk-colored couch in the living room and dropped his briefcase on it. Patrick removed his black coat and slung it over his shoulder, immediately feeling the comforting warmth of the heater enveloping his cool, dark skin. He grabbed his briefcase and strode towards the elevator, heading back upstairs to his chamber. He wore a red pocket shirt paired with black plain trousers, and had short black hair.

Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, emerged from her room below, experiencing pain in her kneecap. As she noticed Loveth mopping the tiled floor, she frowned and looked away. Then, she spotted Patrick trying to enter the elevator.

"Son.." Mrs. Eleanor called him back. 

Patrick's gaze locked with his mother's as he paused. Her smiling gaze met his, causing him to sigh as he made his way back to her. She was dressed in a long blue gown, standing in the living room, and walked towards him.

Patrick warmly greeted his mother as he finally approached her, embracing her tightly. He accompanied her to the couch, being her only son among four older sisters. Patrick understood that his parents' sole desire was for him to provide them with an heir. His four older sisters had all gotten married before him, as he was the youngest and his mother gave birth to him after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

"Son, welcome. How was your day at the office?" Patrick was finally asked by Mrs. Eleanor.

"Okay, mother." Patrick sat down on the couch with his mother.

"Patrick, I see what you're saying. When will you tie the knot? As you're aware, your father and I are not getting any younger. Do you want to hide the next heir of Anderson Corporations from us?" Patrick was finally asked by Mrs. Eleanor.

Patrick's face contorted into a frown as he let out a heavy sigh.

"Hey, son!" His mother called out to him once more, and Patrick responded, "Mom. Don't worry, your death isn't something you need to be concerned about right now, okay? I am considering offering a bribe in the near future, either this week or next week."

"Sure, son." Mrs. Eleanor smiled as she replied, while Patrick, heartbroken, stood up from the living room couch to retired back to his chamber.

"And what about your girlfriend, Willow Albert? Let's make an arrangement to go and marry her immediately. What's the issue, son?" Mrs. Eleanor said. 'I'm starting to feel concerned about the issues arising between Patrick and his girlfriend. What is preventing them from getting married, considering their deep love for each other?'

Patrick's forehead grew sweaty as his mother bombarded him with questions. He averted his gaze and made eye contact with their new maid, Loveth Logan. She smiled at him and blushed, continuing to mop the tiled floor with happiness.

Patrick's gaze fixated on her waist as he observed her in the pink maid uniform. Her beauty and curves captivated him, leaving him curious about the person who had hired her for their mansion. 

Patrick averted his gaze from Loveth and turned to his mother. "Mom, Willow left without telling me, and she also refused to give me a proper explanation."

Patrick couldn't bring himself to tell his mother the truth about why he ended his relationship with Willow Albert. She was always ready for any willing partner, eager to explore new experiences.

Mrs. Eleanor sighed and said, "I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she assured me that you two are still together and doing well."

"Mom.." Patrick's body tensed as he locked eyes with his mother, a look of disbelief on his face. With a forced smile and a menacing laugh, he replied, "Mom, I'm exhausted and I need to go back to my room."

"Sure, son." Mrs. Eleanor replied and observed as Patrick walked away towards the elevator. Mrs. Eleanor spotted Loveth and immediately called Patrick over. "Son, have you met Loveth Logan? The new maid from west wood. Her mother is one of the charitable women there. Contributions are being made to build the economy."

"Hmm.." Patrick paused, his gaze fixed on Loveth who was diligently mopping the tiled floor. As she noticed his intense stare, she lowered her head in response.

"Patrick, how do you perceive her? We were actually recommended her services by your eldest sister, Isabel Owen. She's like a daughter to me and provides me with a lot of help. Since I am already advanced in age and my ability to work is limited. Come, Loveth," Mrs. Eleanor interrupted herself, signaling for Loveth to approach.

"Loveth, this is my son, Master Patrick Anderson. He is the sole heir to Anderson Cooperation." Loveth stood before Patrick, bowing her head in a lowered and respectful manner. She addressed him, saying, "It is an honor to meet you, sir."

Patrick stood frozen, unable to speak, lost in deep thought. Did his mother set up some sort of temptation? Her eyes gleamed with a deep, captivating darkness. She has a sharp, pointed nose and naturally pink lips without any lip gloss. She packed her long, natural blonde hair into a ponytail. Her skin appears flawless, with a smooth and radiant complexion reminiscent of a blend of milk and honey. Patrick noticed that he spent some time admiring her beauty, until his mother's words abruptly brought him back to reality.

"It seems that you have an interest in her, son..." Loveth is an exceptional cook, and I can't help but feel rejuvenated and more in love with her."

"Hm." Patrick narrowed his eyes at Loveth. His gaze locked with his mother's as he responded, "Okay, mom. It's great to see that she's taking excellent care of you. I'm heading upstairs now. I have an important online business meeting to attend by 10pm, and I need to be prepared for it."

Patrick swiftly walked away, entering the elevator without a moment's pause. Ignoring his mother's response, he ascended to the fourth floor. He stormed onto the fourth floor, bursting out of the elevator and into his sitting room. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated exclamation - "F*CK!" He felt extremely frustrated and was determined not to marry someone who was promiscuous and unpleasant.

Patrick walked over to his sitting room couch and placed his briefcase and coat on it. He stormed to his sitting room bar and grabbed a bottle of alcoholic wine. His anger boiled as he struggled to come to terms with Willow's betrayal with his rival, Tony Miles.

Patrick retrieved an alcoholic wine bottle and opened it with a pop, he proceeded to drink the red wine directly from the bottle. Feeling the effects of the wine, Patrick staggered and took a seat on a stool near the bar top. After Patrick finished drinking the wine bottle in his hand, he swiftly grabbed another one and popped it open once more. "I hate you, Willow," he angrily cussed out.

Patrick's attention was caught as the sitting room door slid open. He turned around and was greeted by the sight of a stunning maid entering with a tray of his meal in her hands.