The Heir's Secret Bride

"Leave it for now," Byron said in a serious voice, pressing the spot between his eyebrows. "Have you found Neville's whereabouts?"

Archer lowered his head and said, "The lead was lost somewhere around the halfway point up the mountain. We he likely took advantage to flee abroad during this time."

Byron sneered. "If that's the case, he won't hide at Lashton Sanatorium."

"Yes. I'll get someone to keep investigating."

After coming out of Mcdaniel Group, Maeve stood by the roadside and took in the cold wind. It was only then that the chaos in her mind was dispersed.

She recalled seeing Byron sitting in that luxurious office with a calm and noble demeanor, suddenly finding it amusing.

She thought, 'How come he could be so at ease and calm when he pretended to be a driver back then? Was he afraid I'd go after his assets once I knew his real identity? Or was he worried I'd refuse to get out of his hair and get a divorce? Maybe both reasons apply Maeve took a deep breath. The bone-chilling wind entered her lungs, causing her to cough a few times.

She left and took a taxi to go view rental properties.

Although Bonnie said Maeve could stay at her place indefinitely, Maeve did not like being a burden. She reckoned it was better to find a house and move out as soon as possible.

Early the next morning, Maeve brought the documents and contract to the top floor of Mcdaniel Group..

As expected, she was ignored again.

It was the same for the next few days.

The female secretary who previously received Maeve became familiar with her. When she saw her coming over to wait again today, she privately told Maeve, "I heard yesterday that Mr. Mcdaniel has already accepted Bert's invitation. If you keep waiting, it might not lead to anything."

Maeve's eyes revealed her disappointment upon hearing the news. She couldn't help but think that she hadn't even had a chance to see Byren in the past few days, let alone persuade him. Waiting around like this felt like a complete waste of time to her, Her phone suddenly rang.

Maeve answered the call and said, "Ms. Mason, I was just about to call you. We might not be able to secure Mr. Mcdaniel's project..."

"Forget about that for now then, Leah said. "Hurry back to the company. A distinguished guest specifically requested to see

You have to be here within half an hour."

you.

She was puzzled for a moment before complying. "Alright. I'll head.back now."Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

After hanging up the phone, she said to the female secretary, "Thank you for telling me about this. I still have something on, so I have to go now. Bye!"

With that said, Maeve quickly walked into the elevator.

When the female secretary saw the Maeve left on the table, she picked them up and chased after her, but the

"Where is Marvel A deep and clear voice came from behind.

Byron had walked out of the conference room at some point. His gaze swept across the lounge area.

Not seeing the slender figure that had kept sitting there drinkingcoffee and having snacks, his expression suddenly turned cold.

"Hi. Mr. Mcdaniel, the female secretary said, cowering as she pointed at the elevator timidly. "Ms. Reese just left..."

Byron squinted. "Where did she go?"

"Ms. Reese didn't say, but she left in a hurry and forgot to take these things with her. The female secretary held up the stack of documents.

Byron's gaze lingered on the documents for a few seconds. He turned his head and gestured for Archer to take them. Then, he walked toward his office.

Archer followed him and reported, "Mr. Mcdaniel, there's an international meeting in fifteen minutes. The progress on the spa resort acquisition..."

As the end of the year approached, the pile of official duties grew, and there were endless meetings every day.

So. Byron truly had no time to spare for the trivial matter of customizing suits.

A thud could be heard as the documents on the corner of the desk were knocked to the floor by an elbow.

Byron frowned slightly, put down his fountain.pen, and picked up the documents.

The open folder contained design drafts with a distinctive and mature style in black and white as well as color. There were explanatory notes at the bottom, detailed and appropriately concise.

There was a signature at the bottom right corner of every page which was made of the letters "MR" in cursive.

His gaze lingered for a moment. He then placed the documents on top of the files he was working on and flipped through them page by page, His expression gradually relaxed.

He finally understood why Maeve had been so damn confident in the office that day, so sure she wouldn't be outshined by those famous design experts.

She hadn't been showing up every day just to kill time, she'd cranked out at least ten design sketches already. Sure, they were still in the early stages, but the creativity and elegance of her ideas were obvious. He'd thought about giving her a leg up, but now he realized that would've been a waste of time-she didn't need it at all.

Byron's thin lips curled up slightly. When he flipped to the last page, a small card that was accidentally sandwiched in the gap slid down to the table..

The card featured a drawing of a man.

That man stood in front of a silver Christmas tree, holding a coffee cup with a relaxed and faint smile. His profile was bathed in light, and even his shadow appeared gentle.

Byron picked up the card and looked at it carefully for a moment. A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He thought, 'Is this me? Did Maeve secretly draw me?

Byron let out a chuckle. His stern and cold look was like a look with an icy smile which then turned into a teasing and happy

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smile.

He thought, "That woman is quite skilled at saying one thing while meaning another. Outwardly, she says she wants to get a divorce, yet her behavior reflects her real feelings. She actually secretly drew me. Does she like me so much she can't help herself?" Covering his mouth with his palm. Byron stared at the card and chuckled.

Archer came in to deliver some documents. For a moment, he thought he had misheard Byron.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, has there been any new progress on the acquisition?" he said. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"Nope." Byron's smile faded slightly. He placed the stack of documents and card paper into the right drawer and instructed. "Call Maeve. Ask her to come over and sign the contract now."

Archer thought, Thank goodness. Mr. McDaniel was cold to Ms. Reese in the past few days. They were like a couple who had a conflict and were not on speaking terms. I was deeply affected. Now, they've finally reconciled. If they hadn't, Ms. Reese might rekindle her feelings for her husband. What should Mr. Mcdaniel do then

"Alright. I'll call her now."

Meanwhile, in the company building of Eternal Hope, Maeve walked into the reception room and saw a black-haired, black-eyed foreign young man sitting on the sofa. His skin was flawless. Because he had his head lowered, one could only see an attractive jawline. The black-haired girl beside him was dressed in a vintage palace-style long dress, lace gloves, leather shoes, and a veiled hats, She looked as dignified as a princess.

Leah, who was sitting opposite them, stood up and introduced Maeve with a smile. "This is our company's cutting-edge designer, Ms. Reese, she said. "Maeve, these two guests are the niece and nephew of the Queen of Erancia, Princess Fiora and Prince Loren Maeve was secretly shocked, thinking. The Queen's nephew and niece... They are indeed distinguished guests."

Just as she was about to speak, Fiora gave her a critical glance and said in Erancian, "She's the designer who designed 'Moonlight? She's so young. She doesn't look like someone who could design that. You're not trying to fool me, are you?" Fiora probably thought Maeve did not understand. Coupled with her status, she exercised no restraint in her speech.

Maeve smiled and replied in the same language. Thank you for complimenting my youth, but there are quite a few designers in the industry who have achieved success at a young age. I will work hard to catch up with them" She was neither servile nor overbearing, and her Erancian was very fluent, making Fiora somewhat surprised.