The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was taken aback.

What did Byron say about her?

"How am I supposed to measure you like this?" said Maeve.

Byron said, "I'll teach you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Byron grabbed Maeve's shoulder and made her sit on the sofa behind him. He bent his right leg and squeezed between herlegs. He leaned over and approached her. "Since you've said so, wouldn't it be impossible if I don't do as you wish?" Byron asked.

Maeve Reese placed her hands on his chest and tried her best to remain calm, with a flustered look. "Mr. Mcdaniel, can you please not waste our time during working hours?"

What she didn't know was that every time she mentioned Byron as Mr. Mcdaniel, it seemed that their relationship was taboo.

Byron's spine was slightly numb. He stopped caressing her ear, and his fingertips slid to the back of her neck to hold her up. He kissed her heavily.

He was like a dominant hunter, and Maeve was the prey that had unintentionally fallen into his trap

After struggling for a while, she became a hunter's meal.

The surrounding air gradually became stuffy and hot. Even Maeve's naturally cold palms began to feel hot, and her heartbeat became faster, The kiss was almost lingering.

Gradually, Byron was not satisfied with just taking a little bit. He moved away from her red lips and kissed her behind her ear, on the side of her face, and then on her collarbone.

Numerous kisses landed on Maeve's head. Her body became weaker and weaker. She leaned to the side and against one of his arms so that she would not fall.

Fortunately, Byron still remembered where they were.. After sucking and leaving a red mark on Maeve's fragile and beautiful neck, he let her go.

Maeve's cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes were red. Her eyes were watery.

She still looked charming and adorable.

It was easy to use Maeve's looks to arouse a man's desire to destroy.

Byron's cheeks tightened slightly. He suddenly wanted to bite her

"Mr. Mcdaniel, don't tell me you have to kiss every woman who comes in to talk to you about work?" Maeve recovered and said angrily.

"What do you take me for!" Byron looked at her unhappily. "Do you still want to take measurements?"

Maeve was speechless.

She suspected that he did not agree to a divorce because he was exceptionally attracted to her body. Otherwise, why would

he want to bite her?

Maeve was not a walking aphrodisiac.

She wondered if Byron would do the same to Karen

Thinking of this, Maeve's thumping heart slowly calmed down as she comforted herself in her heart.

Whatever the case, he was a good kisser. It was enough for her to sit still and enjoy herself. No matter how she looked at it. she was not at a loss. She did not lose anything.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

After calming herself down, Maeve stood up and took her measuring tape to continue to take measurements.

After recording his size and preferences, Maeve sat to the side and began to draft a design.

Byron's style was too unique and strong. The design sketches she had drawn previously might not be suitable, so she had to redraw them Fortunately, he didn't have many requests. At the very least, he didn't mention anything like asking for black color.

In the end, when she confidently handed the design to Byron, he rejected it

"It's crude. Did you even think about it?" Byron frowned unhappily. "Redesign it"

Maeve puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction. "Tve put in a lot of effort.

"Three drawings in an hour?" Byron glanced at her and tapped his fingertips on the table. "I want the best, not this kind of perfunctory drawing. "Then tell me what you don't like?"

"I don't like everything. It's getting late today. Come back tomorrow to continue designing."

Maeve frowned in confusion. "I can design at home and the company. Why must I come to your place?"

She didn't work at the Mcdaniel Group.

Byron said casually. "I have my doubts about your standard. I have to supervise you personally."

Maeve was not happy when others commented on her professionalism.

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She agreed immediately. "Sure! I'll definitely draft a design that you won't stop praising!"

The next day.

Maeve rubbed her hands together, ready to give Byron a surprise. Unexpectedly, when she drove to the Mcdaniel Group as promised, she realized that he was not there.

"Ms. Reese, Mr. Mcdaniel had something on at the last minute and left. He asked me to tell you to come another day." A male secretary walked in and smiled warmly. "Where did he go? Maeve asked.

"I'm not too sure where Mr. Mcdaniel went, but I saw Ms. Booth's Twitter group chat, it seems she's sick, so..." The male secretary hesitated.

Maeve could understand the unspoken meaning in the male secretary's words, but her smile faded."I understand. Thank you

for telling me."

"You're welcome. It's my job."

After leaving the Mcdaniel Group, Maeve received a call from Lids asking if she was free tomorrow to do an exclusive interview.

After agreeing to meet tom

tomorrow at 1:30, Maeve felt more relaxed and less frustrated.

She walked to the side of the road to hitch a ride and was suddenly stopped by two men in black sunglasses.

"Ms. Reese, Mr. Mcdaniel asked us to bring you somewhere."

Maeve wondered if they were Byron's bodyguards.

Maeve was slightly taken aback. "Where are we going?"

"The Booth family," the bodyguard said in a businesslike manner. "We've found one of the kidnappers. We need to bring you there to confront the kidnappers." Maeve was in a daze.

Previously, Byron had said that he would send someone to secretly investigate this matter. In fact, Maeve did not bear any hope that Byron would do that. Unexpectedly, he wasn't trying to brush her off.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa. Maeve followed the bodyguard inside, but he did not go upstairs. Instead, he led her downstairs. When they reached the basement, Maeve suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked the bodyguards.

Not only did the bodyguard not answer her question, but he also pushed her into a room with railings surrounding it like an iron cage and locked the door. Maeve's heart skipped a beat. She stood up from the ground and tried to push the metal door, but she could not open the door no matter how hard she tried. "What are you trying to do? Are you really Byron's bodyguards?

The bodyguard did not answer her. Instead, he pointed to the iron cage beside him and asked her, "Ms. Reese, please identify this man first. Was he one of the kidnappers at that time?" Maeve looked over and saw the man's face. She nodded. "Yes."

She remembered very clearly that this person was the one who dragged Karen away.

"Good," the bodyguard said. "Mr. Mcdaniel wants to know whether you kidnapped Karen Booth or not."

"No!" Maeve denied it without hesitation. "I've never kidnapped Karen Booth."

"Haha." The kidnapper in the other cage let out a rough laugh. "Ms. Reese, you're really forgetful. How can you forget about us so quickly?"

Hearing this, Maeve frowned. "What do you mean? I don't know you at all."

"The truth has been exposed. You definitely won't dare to admit you know me." The kidnapper smiled viciously. "But I still

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remember your voice. You asked us on the phone to cooperate