The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 7: His rival

Patrick stared at Loveth as she tried to stand up, despite her right foot being bandaged.

"Ah!" she groaned in pain, and he looked away from her and towards his mother, as he obviously didn't know who had employed her in their mansion either.

"I don't know if she can manage it, but it's fine if she wants to stay. Isabel wouldn't be happy if she found out I sent Loveth home in this state," his mother replied. He turned back to Doctor Timothy Suleiman.

"Doctor, you heard my mother. I don't have a say in women's affairs, and I'm not the one who employed her here either. I have to be on my way now." Patrick turned to leave the living room, but his mother immediately called him back.

"No, son, wait!"

Patrick frowned, already knowing why his mother called him again; she wouldn’t ask him about anything apart from when the marriage date would be fixed. He replied, "Mom, I will be back and we will discuss it."

"Okay, son." Mrs. Eleanor sighed as she watched Patrick exit their crowded living room. Patrick stepped out and saw Jeff rushing to meet him.

"Boss."

"Attend to Doctor Timothy first, and bring my briefcase and suit jacket from the couch outside, as I cannot stand my mother's intense questioning about marriage," Patrick murmured and walked away. Jeff understood and immediately made his way to Doctor Timothy, who stepped out as well.

"I will visit the clinic later in the day, Doctor," Jeff informed him.

"Okay, sir," Doctor Timothy responded as he left, while Jeff quickly dashed into the living room to get Patrick's briefcase and blue suit jacket. He noticed the beautiful lady seated on the executive milk-colored couch.

Jeff picked up the blue suit jacket and carried Patrick's briefcase with him. He bowed to Mrs. Eleanor, avoiding Willow's gaze, before rushing outside.

He walked up to the red Toyota Jeep that was made available, and the security guards opened the door for Patrick, who entered, while Jeff got into the driver's seat.

Jeff placed Patrick's coat and briefcase in the second front seat.

Patrick remained quiet throughout the drive as images of the passionate encounter with the mysterious woman flashed in his mind. He didn't want to believe the woman was the new maid, but he kept remembering how he had rushed to her and carried her in his arms. It made him restless, as he hadn’t planned on touching a maid, let alone carrying her like a jewel.

She smelled so nice, and her scent seemed to relax all his anger at seeing Willow after he had carried her.

"Who let that b***h into the premises?" Patrick asked Jeff, who drove the car toward their company, slowing down due to the traffic.

"Kelvin Austin, boss, the head security."

"Hmm, that lunatic wouldn’t ask first before permitting anyone into the premises." Patrick murmured and stared out the window.

"Kelvin did, boss. He asked Madam, and she ordered him to allow Willow inside," Jeff replied.

"My mother was downstairs then?" Patrick asked, surprised to hear that his mother was already up that early.

"Yes, boss. She has been downstairs for an hour before I came up to check on you," Jeff responded.

"It's okay. Focus on your driving."

Patrick looked at the road while Jeff drove to their company, The Anderson Luxury Hotel, in the states.

Jeff parked, and Patrick stepped down, not waiting for his bodyguards to approach and open the door. He walked towards the magnificent 10-story building, and Tony Miles immediately stepped out from his black car and smirked at him.

Patrick didn't even notice the bodyguards around as he looked back to see about four of Tony's bodyguards standing nearby.

"I told you I would get Willow Albert, didn't I?" Tony smirked.

"Good morning, Master Patrick Anderson!" A female interviewer rushed up to Patrick, eager to interview him.

Photographers began taking shots and photos of Patrick, as his hotel was among the biggest in the states.

Patrick ignored the interviewer's greeting, continuing to stare back at Tony as his guards chased the interviewers out of the hotel premises.

"I don't care if you marry Willow Albert or get her. Now excuse me." Patrick walked past Tony and stepped into the grand hall, as he had a meeting scheduled for 10 AM to catch up on after missing the 10 PM meeting the night before.

Tony watched Patrick's retreating back, laughing as he walked back to his Black Honda Pilot, with his guards opening the door for him. He sat inside and wondered what had changed in Patrick.

Tony knew how much Patrick had wanted to marry Willow, and they even had an official engagement that was the talk of the town, as Willow's father was a billionaire and oil mogul.

"I will find out what changed. Start the car!" Tony ordered his driver. The driver quickly started the engine and drove out from the Anderson hotel, heading back to Miles Hotel.

Patrick walked into the elevator, which took him up to the sixth floor of his exquisite hotel, where the meeting would be held. He walked straight to the meeting hall, as he had about twelve top members to meet with.

The meeting was a coded brief about his partnership with them, and he had been working with them through his father, the former CEO, who was now on leave while traveling for treatment under the care of his elder sister, Isabel Anderson Owen, who was married to a politician in the state.

Patrick entered the conference room, and the meeting was brief. He took his seat at the long table, where about twelve top members were already seated, waiting for him.

They wanted to brief him on new changes, additions to the hotel, dos and don’ts, and sponsorship plans. Patrick calmly sat, staring at the elderly men seated around the table, most of whom were the account manager, the PR, the sales manager, and other top staff working under him.

The meeting was short, and Patrick listened silently. When it ended, he stood up and shook hands with Mr. Samuel Kingston, who managed the hotel’s records and was his father's close friend.

The meeting concluded peacefully, and Patrick finally walked out and took the elevator back to the eighth floor, where his office was.

Patrick stepped out, still filled with thoughts of what happened between him and the new maid the previous night, and wondered what Willow was doing in his home again.

"I'm so sure Willow traveled with Tony Miles. How did she appear out of nowhere in my home today?" Patrick walked into his office, which was wide and painted in ash-gray. He passed four couches placed around and headed to his main office seat behind his desk.

Patrick's office was spacious, and he used the four purple couches to relax and host models whenever he got bored. He was the boss and did whatever he liked. He had repented from his sinful ways after falling in love with Willow, but she never changed.

Patrick shook his head and walked to his black executive chair, sitting down just as he heard a knock on his office door. His secretary, Miss Ava Adams, a stunning blonde beauty, walked into his office and greeted him, "Good afternoon, boss."

Ava wore a white turtle neck shirt and a deep red skirt, complemented by black shoes, with a black tie around her neck.

Patrick stared at her in silence. She resembled his mother's new maid, but her eyes were brown, which haunted him with blurry images from his previous night’s escapade.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly, not remembering that he had summoned her.

"Sir, I have the documentation for the new magazine covers. Some have been published, and I'm here to show them to you," Ava said.

"Hmm." Patrick remained silent, staring at his computer on his desk that he hadn’t switched on. He looked back at her.

"Drop it on the center table and exit my office. I didn't call for you!" His voice was colder than ice, prompting her to shudder. She immediately did as instructed and exited his office.

Ava wondered what had angered Patrick again, as every morning and every day with him in the office seemed to intensify his frustration. She had thought he would change after becoming engaged to Willow last month in March, believing he had found happiness, but he only got worse.

Ava shook her head and walked back to her office to continue handling his affairs, as he rarely responded and only flirted with new models whenever he had the chance.