The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter

36

Byron narrowed his eyes, casually picking up a utility knife from the table and slicing open the package. With a soft rustle, a thick stack of photos spilled out of the box, scattering across the sofa.

The obscene images lay clearly exposed before Byron's eyes.

The woman in the photos, striking provocative poses and flaunting herself, had Maeve's face-but it wasn't her.

Byron's turned icy as he examined the photos, his eyes sharp and penetrating.

The background appeared to be t

to be the living room of Maeve's apartment, and the angle was suspiciously precise-something only a hidden camera, like the one previously concealed in a stuffed toy, could have captured. e the overall composition seemed coordinated, there were subtle mismatches. The face matched Maeve's, but the body didn't quite align with the background. The images didn't blend seamlessly. At a quick glance, they might pass as real, but a closer look would reveal the deception.

Moreover, whi

These photos hadn't reached Maeve, though. They'd been intercepted by Byron.

He noticed a

Ia white card tucked beneath the photos and pulled it out with his long fingers.

[Maeve, do you do you like this little gift?]

If these photos get out and your poor driver husband sees them, he'll probably dump you on the spot, don't you think?]

[If you don't want that to happen, come to Room 1099 at Wrestwood Hotel tonight at 8 PM. Come alone.]

The malice in the words seeped through the paper, completely unmasked.

Byron's slips curled into a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. He thought, 'Whoever made these poorly Photoshopped images actually thought they could blackmail Maeve?'

With a snap, he crumpled the white card into a ball, tossed it along with the photos into a metal trash can, and carried it out to the balcony. After lighting a match, he threw it in. With a whoosh, the flames leaped up, devouring the filth, reducing it all to ash.

With

The flickerin The ckerin

in Byron's eyes.

water and saw Byron burning something on the balcony. Puzzled, she asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, if you don't need something, you can just throw it away. Why burn it?" Byron turned slightly, the firelight deepening the contours of his face, making him

was back to normal, as if what she had

nothing," Byron replied, his

almost died down. "Be careful it doesn't spread, and make sure to clean up the floor

faded. He responded with

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Oh,

way, I bought a set of glass cups online, but I accidentally ordered too many. Want one?" Maeve asked with a smile,

feeling a bit deflated. "Okay, maybe they're childish for

grumbling, Byron asked, "Is your shipping address still

to pick up a bunch

to here. And try to avoid going back there alone unless you have

her and headed

safety around Pinehurst Apartments and didn't think much of it. She simply.

number and spoke in a low, steady voice, "What's Jeff been up

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been embroiled in a fierce power struggle with Nestor, and he's recently acquired a large amount of sedatives through some special channels. The purpose is still unknown," Archer quickly reported. Ever since Byron had deliberately supported Nestor to

who those

"Very good."

Byron's voice sent a shiver down Archer's spine. He thought, 'Whatever Jeff has done to cross Mr. Mcdaniel this time must be serious. It is terrifying.' "Send a few people to Room 1099 at Wrestwood Hotel,"

hesitated. "Mr. Mcdaniel, should

voice grew even colder. "Men.

was s speechless.

words left lently offered a few seconds of sympathy for

Archer completely floored.

invitation to

And let

of giving a slap followed by a sweet treat? But somehow, that "sweet treat" feels more like a

his eyes dark and

for him, he decided to give her a little

*****

with Bonnie. They spent some time