The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve thought, 'I don't want to know why I'm always the one getting the short end of the stick and giving in. It's not like I just found out how domineering he can be. I can only go along with it! "Nothing much," Byron said casually. "I want a continental breakfast tomorrow." Maeve was at a loss for words.

She thought, 'I've just been too busy these past few days, always making him have the milk and cereal from the place downstairs. Does he really have to tease me like this?' Alright, alright, alright. I'll make it for you for a week." Maeve agreed repeatedly. "Hurry up and let go. My bath water is getting cold."

These words made Byron's dark eyes narrow suddenly. He tightened his grip on her wrist.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

He thought, 'I was ready to let her off, but she still deliberately said suggestive things to tease me. Once the passion is ignited, she doesn't care to cool it down.'

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"You heartless woman," Byron said in a low voice before shaking off her hand and walking toward the master bedroom. Maeve immediately retracted her hand, closed the bathroom door, and locked it.

Then, she saw the headband wrapped around her wrist. She reckoned that Byron must have wrapped it around her wrist just

now.

She was so flustered that she didn't even notice.

Recalling what he said earlier, Maeve's eyes showed frustration.

'How am I heartless?' she thought. 'Had I been heartless, would I have even agreed to make him continental breakfast for a week? I should have let him have milk and cereal every day.' What happened that day at the coffee party had more or less spread.

Out of guilt and fear of Maeve, the socialites did not dare to openly and extensively share all the specifics of the incident. They only spread some of Karen's amusing things as entertainment. But the video that Karen secretly recorded still ended up on Byron's desk.

After watching it, Byron's expression was cold. The pen in his hand tapped a folder irregularly.

Again and again, the faint sound made Karen's back tremble.

She said.

said, "Byron, let me explain... There's a reason why I did that. Besides, you were the one who said that Maeve was your maid, so I misunderstood that she was seducing you..." "What Maeve is to me has nothing to do with you," Byron said, his sharp gaze landing on her face. "Ms. Booth, you've crossed the line."

Karen's heart ached. "I was just afraid that you'll be deceived by her-"

Byron interrupted her coldly. "Also, who allowed you to secretly record my video and show it to others in public?"

At this moment, Karen suddenly remembered that Byron hated appearing in any media and having his private life pried

into. into.

At that time, her rationality had been burned by anger and she completely forgot about this.

Karen said through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mcdaniel. It's my mistake. I accidentally forgot that you hate it when others pry into your private affairs."

Byron coldly retracted his gaze and flipped open the document in front of him. "Suspended for a month. Go back and reflect on yourself. I don't need a secretary who is blinded by personal emotions." Karen's entire body trembled, widening her eyes in disbelief as she looked at the arrogantly high and mighty man sitting behind the desk.

He was like a king sitting on a throne, far away from the mortal world.

And she seemed to be getting further and further away from him, finding him difficult to reach.

"Byron, do

still remember that we grew up together?" Karen's eyes were teary. "I was wrong, but I only wanted to protect you, fearing that you would be deceived by Maeve. How can you treat me like this?" The one-month suspension might seem like nothing to anyone else.

However, to Karen, it was a rather embarrassing matter.

Everyone in the company knew that she was Byron's childhood friend.

Without even raising his head, Byron said indifferently, "If it weren't for our childhood friendship, what you should do now would be to submit your resignation letter."

Karen's face suddenly turned pale.

"You may leave now."

Karen was momentarily speechless. She lowered her head to hide the desolation and the sense of reluctance to be resigned to the situation in her eyes. Then, she walked out, dazed and dejected. When she reached the door, she suddenly asked, "Byron, you married Maeve just for the sake of dealing with Gilbert, right?

Byron raised his eyelids, not answering her question.

Karen felt a sense of relief from the emotional burden she had been feeling.

She thought, I knew it, Byron punished me because I crossed the boundary and went beyond what was acceptable to him. Throughout, he never mentioned what I did to Maeve. It's clear that it's not because he feels sorry for her. That's enough. Karen smirked, regained her calm and elegant demeanor, and walked out of the office.

When Archer passed by her, he even thought, 'Mr. Mcdaniel is still as tolerant as ever toward his childhood friend. He didn't even hold her accountable over the matter of secretly taking a video!

Archer walked to the desk and said respectfully, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I have already warned the families of those heiresses as you instructed. They assured that their lips are sealed about the matter at the coffee party." "Mm," Byron replied indifferently.

Archer hesitated for a moment and asked carefully, "Mr. Mcdaniel, may I ask what your relationship with Ms. Reese is?"

He had only heard a little about the matter at the coffee party.

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He only knew that Karen had gone to make things difficult for Maeve but did not succeed.

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If Mr. Mcdaniel wants to make a move on someone's romantic interest, he should at least wait until Ms. Reese is divorced, he thought. 'He can't be so forward and kiss her." Archer did not understand and was very confused.

Byron looked up and looked at him coldly from the corner of his eyes. "Are you very free? East Continent Power Plant is in need of a supervisor. If you're free, you can pack up and go there. "I suddenly remembered that I still have work to do. Mr. Mcdaniel, I'll get out now,"

After Archer left, he came back a few minutes later. "Mr. Mcdaniel, the senior executives from Eternal Hope have sent you an invitation to attend the annual design exhibition tonight." Byron frowned slightly. Just as he was about to say that he was unavailable, it suddenly occurred to her that Maeve worked at Eternal Hope.

He thought, 'Recently, for the sake of the design exhibition, she has been too lazy to even make breakfast every day and has been giving me the junk sold downstairs just to get by.' Byron sneered. He

"What time does it Wanted to see what she had been up to lately.

Tonight at

at seven one-chilling as snowflakes gently fell outside.

The cold wind was

In the banquet hall on the seventeenth floor of Wrestwood Hotel, the design exhibition of Eternal Hope was about to begin.

Surrounded by a watercolor-wash style design, the perfect lighting and decorations showcased a classical and elegant ambiance.

There were no empty seats on either side of the runway, not even the VIP seats on the second-floor viewing area.

The backstage was bustling with activity. Maeve took out the boxes containing the gowns and placed them on the table. Before she opened them, someone suddenly came over to call her. "Maeve, someone is looking for you."

t it," Maeve replied. She told the assistant beside her to take out the gowns and hang them up before walking out of the dressing room.

"Alright, got it,"

As she saw the figure waiting in front of the curtain, her eyes were filled with puzzlement. She said, "Karen? Why do you

want to see me?"

Is she here to cause trouble again?' Maeve wondered.

Karen turned around and crossed her arms arrogantly. "Alexis is in the VIP box number 01. Go over and see her now." Her tone sounded as if Alexis's summons were an honor for Maeve.