The Heir's Secret Bride

When Maeve heard that it was the daughter of the Booth family and the secretary of the Mcdaniel Group's CEO, she immediately thought of Karen, but to be sure, she still asked, "What's her name?"

Leah said without hesitation, "Karen Booth

Maeve nodded.

sure,

I

On't forget this name.

Just as what she had expected, it was indeed Karen.

Previously, the designers in the office had mentioned that Finesse Bloom was related to the Booth family, but Maeve did not pay attention at that time.

Unexpectedly, it was a brand founded by Karen, who had poached Eternal Hope's design team, plagiarized their designs, and even made a name for herself in the industry, which showed that she was indeed capable.

Maeve frowned and thought, 'After Trend Style Magazine replaced me, the who took over happen to be Finesse Bloom's designer. How could there be such a coincidence? Did Karen kidnap me back then not only for personal revenge but also for this reason?' "Maeve, what are you thinking about?" Leah looked at Maeve who was in a daze. She reached out and patted her shoulder. "Are you still going to make Miss Fiora's gown?"

Maeve immediately stopped pondering. "I'm about to go to the studio. I'll finish it by the 10th of next month at the latest."

interview. There will still be opportunities in the future."

Leah said, "Alright. Forget about the

Maeve smiled at her. "I know."

However, she knew very well that there probably wouldn't be another interview for her.

It was useless to be disappointed and sad. She might as well do the job at hand.

Leah looked at the wound on her face and felt sorry for her. However, she did not ask anything and left in her high heels.

Only then did Maeve take her things to the studio. She even searched for the latest developments on the official website of Finesse Bloom.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unexpectedly, she saw that a princess of Erancia's royal family had also ordered a custom-made gown at Finesse Bloom. Maeve logged out to search for relevant information about Erancia's royal family, but she only found sporadic relevant information. The current queen

has two sons, both Fiora and Loren were her eldest son's kids.

The princess was also not to be underestimated. She was the queen's cousin and had never been on good terms with Fiora, which had been on the international news.

From the looks of it, both the queen and the princess planned to suppress the other at the state banquet.

Maeve's eyes gradually calmed down.

Legally, she could not do anything to Karen.

However,

it

was not impossible for her to get some interest through other means.

For the next few days, Maeve was busy in the studio. She even had lunch there, saving her a lot of time.

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When she finally had time to take a break, her phone suddenly rang.

Maeve was stunned for a long time when she saw the caller ID.

She answered it and said, "Mom?"

"Maeve, what have you been busy with recently? You didn't even call home," Valda rebuked over the phone. "Your brother is back from vacation. If you have time, come home for a family meal." Perhaps because Maeve had not spoken to Valda for a long time, she was not used to her mother's gentle tone.

Thinking that she had indeed not been home for a long time, she agreed, "I'll be home tonight after work." Valda said, "Alright. Don't forget to take your husband with you."

Maeve was stunned. She pursed her lips slightly. "He's been very busy recently. He might not be free."

In the past few days, apart from eating, they rarely saw each other even when they were in the same place.

Coupled with the fact that she deliberately avoided him, even the time they spent talking was little.

Valda did not keep asking. She replied with an "Alright" and hung up.

Maeve stood in front of the workbench and went into a daze. Then, she rubbed her cheeks and perked up to continue working on the folds of the gown.

The creases made by tools were too stiff and not as natural as the ones made by hand, so she always did the work herself.

After work in the evening, Maeve took a taxi to the Reese family's place. When she was changing her shoes at the entrance, her shoulder was suddenly knocked hard.

She looked up in shock and saw Horace in a yellow sweater and torn jeans walking over with an arrogant expression. He ignored her and walked in.

Maeve called out to him, "Horace, is this how you greet me? I'm your sister."

Horace stopped and turned to scoff at her. "Stop trying to suppress me just because you're older than me. You're nothing."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and continued walking. His pace was crooked and he looked like a hooligan.

Maeve frowned. She couldn't figure out why he was becoming more and more rebellious after entering high school since Horace was clearly quite well-behaved when he was a kid.

After entering the dining room, Maeve mentioned this matter to her parents. She wanted them to pay more attention to Horace's educational problems.

Valda didn't mind. "Which boy isn't rebellious? Horace will be sensible when he grows up."

"As an elder sister, why should you argue with your younger brother?" Scott agreed with Valda's opinion. "Horace is just a bit straightforward. He doesn't have any bad intentions." -Hearing this, Maeve was rendered speechless.

She wondered, 'He's already in his third year of high school. If he still doesn't know things better now, when will he learn?'

She was about to say something when the chair she was sitting on was suddenly kicked from behind, making her scalp tingle.

She turned around and saw Horace rolling his eyes at her. Then, he sat beside Valda and took out his phone while instructing, "Mom, help me get my food."

The corners of Maeve's mouth twitched. "You're already in your third year of high school. Haven't you learned how to get your food? Do you need Mom to put it into your mouth directly?" Horace said, "None of your business."

Maeve was really furious. She turned around and found it unbelievable that Valda had already got the food for him and walked over with a smile.

Maeve said, "Mom, he's not a kid anymore. It's time for him to learn to be independent."

"Horace is still young. He'll always be a kid to me." Valda looked at her disapprovingly. "Why do you have so many opinions about your brother today? Hurry up and eat. We need to tell you something later." Maeve subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

"Let's eat first." Scott folded the evening newspaper and said, "Horace, it's time to eat. Put down your phone now."

Horace pouted. "Dad, Mom, why can't you tell her now? Are you worried that she'll lose her appetite when she finds out? Anyway, she's our cash cow. Just be direct to her."

As soon as he said this, Maeve's expression changed.

Valda realized this and patted Horace lightly. "Horace, what nonsense are you talking about? She's your sister."

"Sister my ass." Horace looked disdainful. "Didn't you guys always say that she was just an adopted girl?" Scott frowned and scolded, "Shut up!"

Only then did Horace stop talking back. He picked up a piece of braised pork and started eating.

"Maeve, Horace is just kidding with you. Don't take it to heart," Valda said.

Maeve's lips twitched. For a moment, she lost her appetite.

If it wasn't for their parents nagging at Horace every day, how could he blurt out that she was their cash cow?

It turned out that in their opinion, the money she sent to her family every month was not to show filial piety to her parents as a daughter.

Instead, they saw her as their cash cow.

"Just say what you need to tell me now. I'll be off soon," Maeve said calmly.

Valda and Scott looked at each other before saying, "It's like this. Your brother was bullied by his classmate in school and accidentally injured the kid's eyes. His parents now want us to compensate them. Otherwise, they will call the police to deal with this..."