The Heir's Secret Bride

Francia was rumored to be a mysterious country, and its language was rather unpopular. Very few people understood it

Even Leah had to rely on a translator to successfully communicate with them.

Surprisingly, Maeve spoke the language so well.

Fiora removed the contempt in her eyes and raised her chin, saying, "I want a few gowns for the state banquet. They have to be dreamy, cute, and match my poise. Also, they have to be special and unique. The collar has to be decorated with top-notch black pearls, and the cuffs have to be decorated with the brightest gemstones. For the hem, I want you to embroider the most classy-looking rose pattern on it using that particular type of embroidery..."

She rattled off a list of requests, just short of directly making ridiculous requests to Marve.

Maeve listened patiently. She waited for Fiora to stop and drink before asking, "If we use too many gemstones on the gown. it might be cumbersome to wear."

"It's surprising that, as a designer, you have such a lack of pursuit of beauty, Fiora said with a disdainful gaze. "If you don't use lots of gemstones, how can you highlight that I am the most beautiful woman?"

Maeve was left speechless, thinking. Forgive me for not understanding this Christmas tree aesthetic. But since it's the customer's request, there's nothing I can do but fulfill it."

After noting Fiora's requests, Maeve could not help but look at the black-haired young man who had remained silent throughout. She asked, "And what about you, Sir?"

Fiora leaned close to the young man and expressed her dissatisfaction endearingly, saying, "Loren, she's asking you. You're accompanying me on a trip this time. Why do you keep ignoring me? You'd better not behave like that, lest I complain to the Queen about you." Loren raised his eyelids. His handsome face was still youthful, and his black eyes looked at Fiora without any emotion.

Fiora was a little afraid of his stare. Putting on a tough front despite being timid, she said. "I'm your sister, and you treat me like this?"

"Say that again, and I'll throw you off the plane on the way back, Loren said, finally speaking. His clear voice was pleasant and cold.

Fiora's face fell. Unable to snap at Loren, she took it out on Maeve, saying, "Ask him yourself! Don't you have a houth?"

With that said, sheangrily carried her small handbag and went to the bathroom

Maeve thought. The temper of these royal relatives is really bad! When she walked up to Loren, she unintentionally noticed that his flawless neck was slightly flushed.

She glanced at the hot beverage with milk on the table and asked, "Shall I get you a different drink?

Loren didn't answer or refuse, keeping his eyes fixed on his phone.

A short while after leaving the reception room, Maeve came back with a cup of hot water and a packet of pills on the table.

"This is the allergic medicine I got from the infirmary," she said genuly. "You already have red spots on your neck, so you must be feeling very uncomfortable. You'll feel better after taking this. Next time, if you can't drink something, make sure to let someone know." Loren stopped tapping on his phone and looked up at Maeve.

"Don't try to suck up to me. I won't fall for it." He looked utterly arrogant.

Maeve chuckled. "If I were to suck up to you, would I get a verbal commendation from Her Majesty the Queen or a cash reward? Kid, don't think so badly of people."

She thought. He's just a teenager. Why is he so guarded"

"Who knows?" Loren put his phone back into his pocket. He picked up the allergic medicine and hesitated for a while. In the end, he tossed the pills into his mouth and swallowed them quickly with the hot water.

Maeve sat down opposite him. Looking at his reaction, she understood something. "Could it be that you are afraid of taking medicine?"

"Stop being a blabbermouth," Loren replied with an icy face and a fierce tone. I'm just afraid you're poisoning me.

Maeve smiled. "I see. What kind of evening wear do you

"Black and wearable."

like?"

"Is that all?"

Loren gave her a look that made it clear that she should not expect anything else as he was not like the troublesome Fiora.

Maeve was left speechless, thinking. These siblings are really two extremes.

"Alright. I'll have free rein then."

Half an hour later, Fiora came out of the washroom after touching up her makeup. When she found out that Loren was also going to have a custom evening wear, she instantly looked puzzledi.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

On the way back in the car, she tugged at Loren's sleeve and asked relentlessly, "Didn't you say that you weren't interested in getting a custom evening wear! I begged you for so long to do a matching sibling outfit with me, but you refused. Why did you agree when that woman asked you!

"That's none of your business," Loren said with a sour expression.

"Could it be that you have feelings for that woman because she's beautiful?" Fiora was angry. "She's a few years older than you. What's so good about an older woman? Tm your sister, yet you are not even that obedient to me." Loren thought, 'Sister....

A

hint of hostility flashed across his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. "Have you had enough of making a fuss? My sister

died a long time ago. Shut up!"

Fiora was so frightened that she shrank back. After hearing this, she covered her eyes and cried.

"I'm your sister. Regardless of whether or not you acknowledge me as your sister, I am your sister. Unless that short-lived girl rises from the grave, you'll have to acknowledge me as your sister for the rest of your life.* Her voice was quite harsh. Loren simply put on his earphones and closed his eyes.

Maeve didn't know about this farce. She was zoning out as she stared at the safe that Fiora had left behind.

She thought, That girl is actually serious about covering her gown with jewels...

Leah repeatedly reminded her, "The jewelry in this safe is probably worth over 20 million dollars. Maeve, you have to take good care of it. You absolutely can't lose it"

Maeve snapped out of her thoughts and said. "Ms. Mason, I'll store it in the company safe later and only take it out when I

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make the gown.

She thought. If I lost it, I wouldn't be able to afford the compensation even if I were to be sold.

After putting the items in the safe, Maeve received a call from Archer a short while after leaving.

He asked her to go to Mcdaniel Group now to sign the contract.

"Mr. Mcdaniel can finally spare some time for a small fry like me, huh?" Maeve said. She had waited for a few days for nothing, so she was very resentful. She felt that she had been tricked. Archer explained. "Mr. Mcdaniel has indeed been very busy these past few days...

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"I don't care if he's busy or deliberately ignoring me. Please tell him that my schedule is full now, and I don't have the time

to take on his suit customization. Ask him to go to those international design masters. I'm sure he will find them more satisfying than a small-time designer like me."

She almost said these words in anger. With that said, she hung up.

Having just signed two contracts, she felt very confident now.

Even if Byron did not sign the contract, it wouldn't be a loss for her.

In other words, there was absolutely no way she would now butter up to Byron and beg him to let her customize a suit for

him.

She would never design a suit for him in her lifetime.

On the other end, Archer hung up and reported to Byron with a distressed expression.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, Ms. Reese might be upset after waiting for so long, he said. "She has gotten angry...

Byron raised his eyebrows and thought, 'Angry? She probably wants to rile me up so that I'll make the first move to see her. But it's normal for her to be annoyed after waiting in vain for a few days!

"Call their design director and tell her that I'll only sign this contract with Maeve. Otherwise, the collaboration is off the table"

Archer sighed and said, "Okay."

He thought, Mr. Mcdaniel, why are you making things so difficult? When Ms. Reese begged you to sign, you ignored her. Now that she's upset, you insist on having her design your suit. Men in love can be frighteningly unpredictable: On the other side, aber receiving a call from Archer, Leah told Maeve in bewilderment, "Mr. Mcdaniel wants you to go over and sign the contract today. Otherwise, they will cancel the collaboration this time."

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