The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 20

Byron's voice turned icy as he spat. "Neville McDaniel.

This jaw clenched as he thought. Using Grandpa to check if I'm actually hurt-nice try. You really think I'll go easy on you just for Grandpa's sake? Not a chance"

"Archer," Byron's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding.

"Yes, sir." Archer promptly stepped into the room, ready for orders.

"Get rid of all of Neville's crap from his office, Byron ordered, his voice cold enough to freeze. "Then turn it into a public

restroom

Archer almost lost his composure, barely managing to stifle a laugh.

Before Byron's return. Neville had been the General Manager of the McDaniel Group, practically a heartbeat away from the

CEO title.

But now, even if they converted his office into a restroom, Byron's authority in the company wouldn't budge an inch. It was a brutal slap in the face-more humiliating than any outright confrontation, turning Neville into a punchline in the office gossip. "And find out who tipped Neville off about my injury. Byron's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "When you do, deal with them. However you see fit."

Archer nodded without hesitation. "Understood, sir."

The office fell back into silence.

Byron rubbed his temple, trying to ease the dull ache, when his phone rang. It was Ray.

He answered casually, "Yeah, what's up?"

"Byron, we've known each other for over a decade. We're like brothers. And you're hiding a girl from me? What the hell, man. Ray's voice was dripping with playful sarcasm.

Byron's face went blank. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I saw her today-a cute little thing with a photo of your injury, coming to the hospital to get it checked, Ray teased. "Where'd you find her? Can you set me up with someone like that too?"

I

sprang from his chair. "She had a photo of my injury? What did she look

Ray quipped, though he went

he never thought Maeve

later," Byron snapped, cutting Ray off before storming out

Hewildered, he muttered to himself, "What's with the sudden rage? I didn't even get to tell him that the girl seemed really worried

Pinehurst Apartments, Maeve was in the kitchen, tasting the soup when the door slammed

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out to see what was happening, she froze at the sight of Byron's stormy expression

as cold as ice. "And then you took it to the hospital to show at doctor,

but nodded. "Yes, I noticed your wound wasn't healing well. I thought the

sharp he snapped, "Who gave you the right to meddle? Do you think you're important to

harsh, "Do I need to remind

to grasp what was happening. "I wasn't trying to meddle," she said, her voice trembling. "I was just

"don't!

"If you're so desperate

those photos you took.

never seen him like this-cold and terrifying. The man who gentle while applying ointment to her injuries the night before now felt like

barely managed to pull out her phone, her hands trembling as she deleted the photo. Tears stung her eyes, and it felt like a lump was stuck in her

took one photo

been in a calmer state, he might have noticed the tremor in her voice. But his anger clouded his judgment, and all he felt

had hidden motives for getting close to him. He had watched her with the patience of a cat stalking its prey, intrigued by

his meticulously crafted plans. Byron shot Maeve a look of sheer disdain before turning on his heel and walking out, leaving without another word. Maeve's legs buckled, and she sank to the floor, staring at the ground as tears welled in her eyes. She wondered, 'Had I really overstepped? Is everything I've done wrong? I wasn't trying to be intrusive-I just wanted his wound to heal

at the soup she'd spent all afternoon making, now barely touched except

When she dragged herself out of bed the next morning, her head was pounding, but

ate, she grabbed her sketchbook and flopped onto the small couch

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