chapter 25
Maximilian nced in the direction of the door when it opened. The store manager came in carrying a
velvet box, followed by a male sales assistant who carried the attaché case Wilfred brought earlier. The
employees put them down on the coffee table between their seats and exited the office. He eyed them
for a moment and looked at the store owner, who was now smiling widely at him.
“I really feel bad about what happened, and this is the only thing I know to somehow make it up to you.
Please ept the ne as a token of my apology and take your money back, Mr. Lee.”
“O-oh…” Maximilian did not know how to react. It was the first time someone did that to him. And the
price of the ne was no joke. He turned to the butler. “What do you think, Wilfred?”
“Well, in my opinion, why not?”
Olivia nodded at him. “Take it, Mr. Lee.”
He picked the velvet box and opened it. A smile curved on his lips as he imagined the ne around
his wife’s neck.
“Thank you, Olivia,” he said as he closed the velvet box again. “I will bring my wife here next time and
buy your jewelry… for real.”
MAXIMILIAN was on his way to his car when he took out his phone from his pocket. He searched for a
good restaurant around the ce where he can make a reservation for their anniversary dinner when
suddenly something caught his attention. A video originally shared on the Tiktok app appeared on his
newsfeed. And the incident was familiar to him because it was the same scene that happened at the
jewelry store. The uploader took his side profile, and their distance was a bit far, so it was still hard to
see his face on the video. His lips twitched as he read thement threads on the post. Most of the
commenters were on his side, and they were discussing how wealthy he was to pay for a twenty-
million-dor ne in cold cash. Some could not believe that a man like him, looking so ordinary,
could be that wealthy. They assume that he has this high position in society, perhaps a son of a
wealthy family. Some even imed that they knew him, but he doubted that. Up until now, Maximilian
has not shown his real identity in public.
“Young Master.”
He turned in the butler’s direction when he heard him called. “Oh, you are still here. I thought you
already left.”
“What are you so upied into?” Wilfred asked nonchntly and moved closer to him.
He showed him the video on his phone.
“It seems that the public has a high expectation of you.” The butler cleared his throat. “You made quite
a scene back there.”
“Did I?” His brows furrowed.
“Of course.” Wilfred sighed. “Young Master, little by little, you are getting the public’s attention. Sooner
orter, the intrigue will drive everyone to dig into your real identity. So, I am wondering when you will
reveal that you are the heir—”
Maximilian raised his hand, beckoning him to stop talking. “Wilfred, I will reveal my identity when I feel
that it is the right time to do so. For now, I am still enjoying the moment as I watch from the sidelines. It
is… thrilling.”
“Anyway, here is the money.” Wilfred handed him the attaché case full of money.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“Well, because it is yours, Young Master.”Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
“Aren’t you supposed to bring this back—”
“I already pulled it out, and I am afraid that once I tell your father that I brought you the money, there is
no reason for me to take it back.”
He was about to say something when the butler hopped inside the car and sped away.
“How am I supposed to hide this money from Victoria?” He lowered his gaze on the attaché case. “I
don’t even have a bank ount. Ah, Wilfred…” Maximilian groaned and crossed the street to get into
his car.
He did not know if the butler was trying to annoy him or something.
But before thinking where he could hide the money, he needed to make a reservation first.