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

cast a cold, dark light in Byron's eyes. He thought, 'Reckless

Puzzled, she asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, if you don't need something, you can just throw it away. Why burn it?" Byron turned slightly, the

she looked again, his expression was back to normal, as if what she had seen was just

nothing," Byron replied,

"Be careful it doesn't spread, and make

gradually faded. He responded with a

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Oh,

a set of glass cups online, but I accidentally ordered too many. Want one?" Maeve asked with a smile, holding up two cups shaped like

deflated. "Okay, maybe they're childish for drinking alcohol, but

Byron asked, "Is your shipping address

to pick up

try to avoid going back there alone

that, Byron brushed past her

safety around Pinehurst Apartments and didn't think much of

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

+5

I've gathered, Jeff has 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 weaken Jeff's position within Graves Group, Archer had been keeping a close eye on him,

need to guess who those drugs were meant for. He

"Very good."

cross Mr. Mcdaniel this time must be serious. It is terrifying.' "Send a few people to Room 1099 at Wrestwood Hotel," Byron

should I send men or

"Men.

s

next words left lently offered a few

Archer completely floored.

invitation to tomorrow night's party to

And let

treat? But somehow, that "sweet treat"

window, his eyes dark and impenetrable, even deeper than the night

he decided

*****

next afternoon, Maeve headed out to meet up with Bonnie. They spent