The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 242

Maeve observed that Gwynn seemed uncertain, but she kept glancing at her phone's camera, possibly reacting to comments from the livestream audience, which caused her to hesitate. After considering for a moment, Maeve proposed that they visit the sample room, but with the condition that no filming was permitted.

The fans were quite displeased that Gwynn had left them behind and eagerly awaited their return. Half an hour later, Maeve and Gwynn returned to the reception room, where they immediately signed the contract.

After Gwynn paid the deposit and saw her fans' comments on the screen, she deliberately said to Maeve, "Ms. Reese, if the finished wedding dress doesn't meet my expectations, I'll expose your studio online.

"Don't worry, Miss Olson, Maeve said with a smile. "Dreamscape always strives for perfection. In a week, you and your fiancé are welcome to come and see the production process. It's more meaningful when both partners are involved in something like this.

Gwynn felt a little moved. Her fiancé had been so busy lately that he barely had any time for her, but because she loved him. she never complained about it, even when she felt hurt. She was pleased that Maeve had given her a perfect excuse to involve him

"Alright, I will Thank you. Gwynn replied.

After seeing Gwynn off, Maeve noticed a tall man in a silver-gray double-breasted trench coat walking toward her from the elevator. He wore sunglasses, and his naturally upturned lips hinted at a faint, ambiguous smile, giving him a somewhat enigmatic air. Maeve caught a whiff of a medicinal scent emanating from him which seemed to seep deep into his presence. The scent felt oddly familiar like she had encountered it somewhere before.

"Ms. Reese, long time no see, the man said in a familiar, teasing tone. The last time we met was four years ago?"

Maeve's eyes showed a hint of confusion. "And you are?" she asked

The man raised an eyebrow. "Tm Neville Mcdaniel. You haven't forgotten me, have you, Ms. Reeser

"Neville Mcdaniel? Maeve recalled some information about him but remained puzzled. "It seems we aren't acquainted, so why would I need to remember you?"

"You're still as guarded with me as before. Neville chuckled. "Considering you've divorced Byron, it doesn't seem necessary. does it? After all, I'm here to help you today." "Help me? What do you mean?" she asked.

"Your studio has been under pressure lately, with designers leaving, and you barely manage basic operations. This is thanks to the Mcdaniel Group, isn't it?" Neville replied. Maeve grew wary and thought, 'How does he know about all this

"So what if it's true? What are you trying to say?" she asked.

Neville took a few steps closer, positioning himself sideways to Maeve, and smiled as he said, "Since we have a common enemy, why not join forces?"

"Are you kidding? Why would I want to partner with you?" Maeve asked.

"Well... what if I told you that at the time of Mr. Mcdaniel's harm, besides you, there was another suspect present?"

Maeve was stunned. How do you know this? Who is that person

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Neville chuckled, not bothering to keep the suspense. "She's a fool, someone, even the Mcdaniel family's servants can push around. On the day Mr. Mcdaniel was harmed, she was hiding under the bed, fast asleep"

Maeve immediately thought of that foolish girl. Four years ago, when Alexis had confined her, the girl was starving, and Maeve had secretly brought her chocolate to help her get by. She thought, 'But if she was there, then why wasn't she discovered? And.' "How do I know if what you're saying is true?" Maeve looked at Neville thoughtfully.

She thought. He seems to know everything about the Mcdaniel family.

Neville shrugged. I've shown my sincerity, Ms. Reese. Whether you choose to believe me is no longer my concern. However..." He handed her a business card and said meaningfully, "If you decide to consider partnering with me, I'm always open to it." Maeve held the business card tightly, feeling unsettled. Every time Neville appeared, it gave her a jarring feeling. It was true four years ago, and she still felt that way. She couldn't shake the impression that he was pretty strange.

Even though he smelled of medicine and looked like he was gravely ill, giving off an impression of being no threat, there was an instinctive fear he evoked. Moreover, he was skilled at psychological games. The leverage he presented struck Maeve's soft spot, making it impossible for her to ignore him:

If that foolish girl had witnessed something, she would have been the most vital witness in clearing Maeve's name. The problem was that she could no longer access the Mcdaniel family estate.

Around four o'clock, Maeve left the studio early, planning to pick up Theo from the sanatorium. Exiting the commercial building, she spotted a black Spyker parked by the roadside, seemingly waiting for someone. The license plate was flashy, with the last digit being 9, making it easy to identify the owner.

There was no one else but the man standing at the pinnacle of power in Kleymond. He was the last person Maeve wanted to

wa see right now. She nodded and intended to walk away, but the car's rear window slowly rolled down at that moment, revealing an exceptionally handsome face.

"Maeve, get in the car," he said.

Maeve pretended not to hear and continued walking.

"Or do you want to discuss this morning's matter out here? The man's low, threatening voice instantly made Maeve stop. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she turned around and walked back. She opened the car door and sat down, slamming it shut with a thud. Tm in a hurry for a date and don't have time to waste on you, so just say what you need to say." Maeve said, crossing her arms with a cold expression

Byron glanced at her defensive posture and scoffed quietly. "No need to lie without a script; Jaylen was abroad."

Maeve lifted her chin defiantly. "You underestimate me. Just because he's not here doesn't mean I don't have other options for a date," she replied, her tone reminiscent of a playboy.

"It seems your value has gone up since the divorce, and you have quite a few men aretind you," Byron said, narrowing his

eyes.

"Just average. The main thing is that I've opened my eyes and won't keep making the same mistake," Maeve replied.

"If your eyesight is poor, you might still make the same mistake, which suggests your vision is based on luck," he remarked.

Maeve's lips twitched. "Do you think I'm complimenting you?"

Byron raised an eyebrow slightly. "Isn't it?"

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"Did you call me here just to argue with me?" Maeve asked

"Don't underestimate me. Byron said, picking up the file folder on the table and mocking her. "You can't even figure out who's been undermining you, yet you dare to provoke me at the company?"

Just as Maeve was about to retort, her phone suddenly rang. She opened her bag, took out the phone, and saw it was a call from Theo. Cautiously glancing at Byron beside her, she covered the receiver and answered, "Sweetie. I'm on my way, wait for me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone slipped from her hand and landed in Byron's grasp. "What are you doing!" Maeve exclaimed, immediately lunging forward to grab it back

Byron held the phone high with one hand while using the other to press down on her shoulder, stopping her movements. He quickly glanced at the contact name: [Sweet