The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 20

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

photo

to describe your own woman?" Ray quipped, though

but he never thought Maeve would have the nerve to sneak

snapped, cutting Ray off before

"What's with the sudden rage? I didn't even get to tell him that

Maeve was in the kitchen, tasting the soup

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happening, she froze at the sight of Byron's stormy expression as he stormed

cold as

"Yes, I noticed your wound wasn't

snapped, "Who gave you the

tone almost frighteningly harsh, "Do I need to remind you? Apart

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

"don't!

his brow furrowed with irritation. His voice dripped with disdain. "If you're

you took.

The man who

Tears stung her eyes, and it felt like a lump

keep her emotions in check as she held up her phone. "It's deleted. I only took one photo while you were asleep. I didn't mean any harm. If it caused trouble, I'm

had been in a calmer state, he might have noticed the tremor in her voice. But

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

staring at the ground as tears welled in her eyes. She wondered, 'Had I really overstepped? Is everything

soup she'd spent all afternoon making, now barely touched except by her own spoon. She couldn't taste a thing. Her mind was

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

grabbed her sketchbook and flopped onto the small couch on

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