The Heir's Secret Bride

"Of course," Maeve affirmed.

The bodyguard nodded and led the others out.

Maeve sent them to the elevator. She had been worried about the gowns these days. After watching them leave, she finally felt relieved.

"I advise you not to celebrate too early. I think your nightmare is just about to begin," Leah sneered as she walked past her.

"There's no need for you to worry." Maeve's expression was aloof "No matter what the consequences are, I'll bear them alone."

Leah snorted and walked past her.

Maeve didn't take it to heart and prepared

to go back to the studio to wrap up Byron's new suit.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she saw a familiar and aloof figure walking out of the elevator, followed by Archer and a group of Eternal Hope's executives.

Maeve was stunned on the spot and wondered why he was there.

Catching Maeve's gaze, Byron looked at her from a distance. His eyes were calm, and his emotions were unpredictable.

Samuel was also there. When he saw Maeve, he immediately smiled. "Mr. Mcdaniel, this is our company's new designer, Maeve Reese. She's in charge of your private customized suits this time." One had to know that Mr. Mcdaniel was very picky. Other than Bert's customized handicrafts, he did not favor

suits. suits.

The fashion industry was shocked that Eternal Hope was able to gain his favor.

It was also a good start for Eternal Hope's future development in men's clothing customization.

Byron's expression was indifferent. "I see."

"Maeve, this is Mr. Mcdaniel. You should have seen him before. Come and greet him," Samuel said to Maeve.

Maeve braced herself and walked forward. "Mr. Mcdaniel, nice to see you here. It's been a while."

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Outsiders did not know about her relationship with Byron. According to the time she went to the Mcdaniel Group to sign indeed a while ago. the contract, it

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A hint of mockery appeared in Byron's eyes.

He was wondering, 'It's been a while? She slept beside me and talked in her sleep last night."

"Ms. Reese, you don't mind if I check the results of the suits now, right?" Byron said casually. "After all, it's been a month."Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Before Maeve could answer, Samuel immediately said, "Of course, there's no problem, Ms. Reese should be almost done! Isn't that right, Ms. Reese?" Maeve held back the urge to refuse and nodded. "Yes."

Samuel said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to bring Mr. Mcdaniel over. Entertain him well. Don't neglect our esteemed guest."

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Maeve could only say, "Alright."

Maeve brought Byron into the studio, while Archer and the others stayed outside.

As soon as the door closed, she immediately asked Byron, "Why did you suddenly come over? Are you afraid that I'll slack off?"

Byron glanced at her. "Ms. Reese, I'm here to check my suits. Don't try to get close to me."

Maeve was speechless and wondered, 'What's going on with him recently? He always rebukes me for no reason. I've never offended him, have I?'

Maeve was simply confused. Looking at his aloof expression, she could only temporarily suppress the doubts in her heart and try to discuss with him. She asked, "Can you not check them now?"

Byron said said calmly, "Give me a reason."

"I'm already at the finishing stage of your suits. I'll give them to you the day after tomorrow at the latest," Maeve explained. "They're not completed yet. If you check them now, you'll lose a sense of surprise." She was quite confident in those suits,

Hearing that he would be surprised, Byron raised his eyebrows slightly, and the indifference in his eyes dissipated a little. His expression did not change, but his voice was filled with displeasure. "So you want me to go back like this?" Maeve's eyes darted around. When she saw the coffee mug beside her, she immediately had an idea. "I'll treat you to coffee! It's hand-made. Everyone who has tried it says it tastes good!" Byron frowned slightly. "Who "Who has tried it?"

He wondered if that gigolo

had tried it.

Maeve thought for a moment. "A designer in the office who's on good terms with me and Ms. Mason."

Byron's expression softened a little before he nodded reluctantly. "Then I'll give you a chance. If it doesn't taste nice, you'll have to bear the consequences."

"It will absolutely taste nice!" After saying that, Maeve turned around and went to the coffee table to make coffee.

Byron crossed I

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arms and sized up the studio that was already exclusive to Maeve.

many things son the workbench. Maeve had neatly categorized the fabric, needlework, chalk, and various clothes-making tools so that they did not look messy.

thing was well-organized at a glance.

The studio was as simple as her.

Byron walked to her workbench and picked up two notes that she had casually written,

The densely packed measurements and calculations were rigorous and meticulous.

It was completely different from her usual muddle-headed and slow style.

The second note, however, had a huge crying face drawn on it. It even said, [I've spent all my mathematical knowledge on this. My head hurts.]

Byron showed a smile. Suddenly, he heard Maeve shout behind him, "Byron, the coffee is ready."

Maeve put the second pad away and turned to Maeve.

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did not boast. The coffee she made was indeed delicious.

The fragrance was pure, and the taste was rich and smooth. Even the coffee made by the Mcdaniel Group's secretary, who was the best at making coffee, could ot compare to the one in Byron's hand.

After t

tasting it, Byron raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Did you specially learn it?"

Maeve nodded. "During my college time, I worked part-time in a cafe for a period. The manager saw that I looked young and taught me a few moves."

This was not the first time Byron had heard about her part-time jobs.

However, he did not expect her to have so many part-time jobs while she was in college.

"Were you short of money when

Ou were in college?" he asked.

"If I didn't need money, why would I do part-time jobs every day?" Maeve took a sip of coffee and gently pursed her lips. "But those part-time jobs weren't for nothing. The things I've learned from them have come into use now." Not only could she earn money from those part-time jobs, but she could also enrich her life skills. She was actually quite satisfied. Byron's eyes were deep. "Your parents didn't care about you?"

Maeve said,

"Well... When I applied for the colleges I wanted to go to, I made the decision that they didn't agree. They probably felt that their dignity had been challenged, so they stopped giving me living expenses." She remembered that when she was at her worst, she couldn't even afford the cheapest bread in the canteen. She could only have the free oatmeal to fill her stomach.

Now that she thought about it, she couldn't even remember how she got through it.

Maeve stopped recalling the past and asked him, "You've asked me so many questions, but why haven't you said anything about your past?"

"What do you want to know?" Byron asked calmly.

Maeve thought for a moment. "I heard from Bonnie that your family has two sons. One is you, and the other is Neville Mcdaniel."

Byron said, "Yeah."

"But I remember you telling me that your parents valued their adopted son more and were not close to you." Maeve was puzzled. "So I'm thinking that the rumor about your family having two sons is fake. Actually, you are the only Mcdaniel family's biological so

Bonnie's information was incorrect, indicating that the Mcdaniel family had never revealed Neville's true identity.

The outside world still regarded Neville as the second son of the Mcdaniel family.

Maeve didn't quite understand and thought, 'Why? Isn't it said that these wealthy families value blood relations the most?'