The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 39

After setting up a time with Alex, Maeve returned to the party hall to find Bonnie.

"Maeve!" Bonnie spotted her just in time and grabbed her arm. "Where did you disappear to? I've been looking all ov for you."

"I was just taking a walk in the garden. Why? What's up?" Maeve asked.

"The designer I arranged to meet just told me he might not be able to make it after all..." Bonnie said apologetically. "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect him to flake out like this." Maeve shook her head with a smile. "Actually, I was just about to tell you-l ran into the boss of Eternal Hope in the garden, and he invited me for an interview next Monday." "Seriously? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"It's true,"

Maeve said earnestly. "And it's all thanks to you, Bonnie. If you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have gotten such a great opportunity."

The unreliable designer was no longer an issue, and Maeve didn't have to worry about wasting Bonnie's effort.

Bonnie instantly brightened. "Well, when you get the job, you owe me a big meal."

"Of course. Only the best for our Lady Bonnie,"

"Oh, stop it."

Just then, Maeve's phone rang.

Seeing that it was Byron calling, she was a bit surprised and stepped aside to answer. "Mr. Mcdaniel, is something wrong?"

"Where are you?" His tone was sharper than usual.

Mare

blinked. "Didn't I tell you? I'm at a party at Half-Moon Villa with a friend. I'll be home a bit later..."

"I forgot to mention, my house has a curfew." Byron's voice was cold. "You need to be back by ten."

"A curfew?" Maeve couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What century are we living in? Why would you still have a rule like that?" "It's my grandfather's rule."

Maeve

was left speechless.

Gilbert did

when curfews were common, so it wasn't entirely

friend, and she can't leave yet. There aren't any taxis around

the area anyway. I'll pick you

with that,

And

on a mountainside. How could he be "in the area" in such

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tugged at her sleeve. "Isn't that your ex? Why is he being carried

"Maeve, look

Maeve took a second to

corner near the staircase, two of the George family's bodyguards were carrying a stretcher with Jeff on it. His forehead was bleeding, and his face was battered and bruised. A crowd had gathered to watch as the bodyguards deliberately

always been arrogant and self-in self-important, as if his wealth meant everyone should bow to him. Now, he was lying on a stretcher, exposed to everyone's ridicule. Bonnie leaned in and I whispered to I to Maeve, "I heard he kept pestering Mr. George to play cards, and when he lost, he refused to pay up and even started cursing. "Even someone as patient as

anxiety Jeff had caused her started

She thought, So, he

just rely on his family background to act like a tyrant and do whatever he wants. There are plenty of people in this world with more power and influence

told Bonnie she had to go, then hurried

parked by the roadside, standing out even among the surrounding

drive his boss's car so openly all the time without facing any consequences "Why are you so slow?" Byron rested his elbow on the car window, casting an impatient glance at her. "Get in." "Okay." I

remarked with a sigh, "Mr. George really

use a good beating every now and

looked at her with an unreadable expression "You think he's a good

might just pop a

thought rich heirs were all arrogant and unreasonable like Jeff, but it's nice to know there are

for me, seeing Jeff get what

her good mood, Maeve kept praising Ray, completely oblivious to the growing chill in the car. 08:27 Wed, Oct 16

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on, Byron suddenly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned

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words died in her throat, her eyes widening as his handsome face came dangerously

close that she could see the exposed line of his collarbone beneath