The Heir's Secret Bride

The comments below were all cheering. Finesse Bloom was mostly praised for winning the favor of the royal princess and obtaining a showcase opportunity at the state banquet. The brand was promising. There were also some sarcastic comments against Eternal Hope

[They even lack the courage to respond to Finesse Bloom's challenge. The top luxury brand in the country? What a joke!]

[Is Eternal Hope afraid of being outdone by Finesse Bloom, so they become so quiet?]

[The designer in charge of the royal order at Eternal Hope is a newbie called Marve. She doesn't even have many famous works. That explains their silence.]

[LOL, they can't muddle through by playing dumb like this. The whole world will see the live stream the day after tomorrow. I think some people are going to be a global laughingstock] More sarcastic comments followed.

The post drew more attention and became the third trending topic on social media. The buzz was building, but there was still no response from Eternal Hope.

Everyone tended to believe that Eternal Hope had chickened out. Nearly half of the customers, who had made an appointment with Eternal Hope for their gowns, changed their minds at the last minute,

If a new brand like Finesse Bloom proved to have the power to overshadow Eternal Hope, Eternal Hope would probably be downgraded on the day of the state banquet. That would mean devastation to the footing they had built up over a decade.

As the crisis was looming, the designer's office on the 21st floor was plunged into gloom. The usual laughter and chat were дone.

Maeve left the company under her colleagues' angry gazes. Suddenly, a car pulled up beside her and the window rolled down. "Maeve, it's been a long time." Karen sat in the car with his chin raised in disdain. Thanks to you, I've been to the hospital lot recently." Maeve looked at her and asked coldly, "You mean a plastic surgery hospital?"

Karen's face hardened as she subconsciously reached for the bridge of her nose that was recovering. Then she gritted his teeth in anger. "Huh, you're very funny," Karen sneered. 'However, I'm not here for a chitchat. I'm here to offer you a way out, out ofNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

kindness.

"After the livestream the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid you can't stay in Eternal Hope anymore, right? I can take pity on you and let you work at my company, but your work can only be used in the name of others. At least it's considered a waste use. That will make your garbage useful again."

The look on her face made Maeve feel patronized. She then fixed Karen with an icy stare

"Karen, you think too highly of yourself. I won't even go to your trash company, a place for bad lots. My works can be used in the name of your designers? Not gonna happen."

"Do you think you have other choices after the day after tomorrow? No famous design company will want a designer who is globally notorious for plagiarism, not to mention Eternal Hope, Karen warned.

Maeve frowned. "You have no shame. You're the ones who plagiarized!"

"Is that so? Do you have any evidence? Karen laughed arrogantly, "Others will only think that you are talking nonsense. No

one will not believe you. This is so hilarious."

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If Maeve could prove our plagiarism, she would have done it long ago. Sadly, she has no evidence, Karen thought. confidently.

A loud slap landed on Karen's cheek, tears of laughter falling from her eyes. It caught her off guard, and she looked at Maeve in disbelief. "Maeve, how dare you hit me!"

"Because you just reminded me. Maeve waved her hand casually. She looked at the furious Karen and smiled. "I told you in the basement that I would hit you every time I see you in the future. By the way, you're really thick-skinned. My hand hurts. from the smack," With that, Maeve slowly turned around and got into the car, leaving Karen with her sharp cry behind.

Karen banged the car window, her face gradually contorting with hatred. 'I swear I'll ruin her reputation this time,' Karen thought darkly.

The taxi stopped in front of the apartment building. Maeve paid and got off. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar slender figure beside the flower bed.

"B-Byron?" she murmured. Her eyes widened slightly as she quickened her pace and stopped before Byron. "Why are you here?" she asked in confusion.

Byron was wearing a dark windbreaker. The collar design made his impeccable face look even more cold and handsome. He looked like a medieval nobleman in those ancient oil paintings.

"Huh? So I can't come?" Byron asked.

"That's not what I meant... Maeve shook her head. "I'm just a little surprised. Why aren't you home at this hour?"

Byron's gaze was cold. "I'm here to check if you've broken my expensive furniture."

Maeve immediately replied, "No! I had been watching them move the things that day. Your furniture is absolutely fine."

"I don't believe you," he said. Maeve could only bring him upstairs to take a look.

The apartment hadn't been decorated yet, but there was some furniture. It looked a little drab.

Maeve brought him to the guest bedroom. "Look, your things are fine."

Byron walked in and looked around. Then, he raised his eyebrows. "Tll sleep here tonight"

Maeve was stunned. "Aren't you going back to your manor?"

"The manor bed is not as comfortable as this one," he remarked.

Maeve was trying to say something else, but Byron turned to look at her and asked, "Do you know how much my private doctor cost me?"

The topic changed too fast. "How much?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Millions of dollars a year."

Maeve gasped and started doing the maths in her head. 'Millions of dollars? His salary is so many times mine."

She looked up at Byron with watery eyes. "H-How much do I have to pay him for the medical fees?"

A trace of a smile flashed across Byron's eyes, and his tone remained unchanged. "I can waive your medical fees, but...

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He paused to give the guest bedroom a meaningful look. Maeve instantly guessed what he wanted. She was about to say it

out loud but she couldn't.

If I agree to let him stay here, then there's nothing different between living here and the old days at Nightfall Manor. And I'll still be affected by him, Maeve thought.

She was afraid that she would end up in a worse situation and suffer more in the future.

It was only human nature to protect themselves and avoid harm and Maeve was no exception.

The silence dragged on, and Byron's eyes gradually turned cold. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Why? Are you unhappy that I'm staying?"

Maeve opened her mouth but was too flustered to answer him.

The doorbell suddenly rang, distracting them. Maeve immediately felt as if she had been saved. She said, "I'll go get the door. Then she ran to it. Byron looked at her back with a dark expression.

When Maeve opened the door, her face turned ashen. "Why are you here?"

"I thought I was mistaken, but it's really you, Maeve, Jeff said.

Jeff put his hand on the door frame. His face looked haggard as if alcohol had sucked him dry. He looked at Maeve with undisguised longing

"You actually moved to the opposite apartment. Did you do it on purpose? You thought it through and want to get back together with me?" he ventured.

The smell of alcohol in his mouth made Maeve take a step back. She pressed against the door hard. "If I knew that you lived here, I wouldn't have moved here. Are you done? Take your hand away." "What a bad day. Why is this bastard living opposite to me?' Maeve cursed inwardly.

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