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

grow up in a time when curfews

she can't leave yet. There aren't any taxis around here

in the area anyway. I'll pick you up. Wait for me at the

with that, he hung

And

'Half-Moon Villa is on a mountainside. How could he be "in the

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at her sleeve. "Isn't that your ex?

"Maeve, look

second to

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 slowed their pace, dragging the scene out for everyone to see. It was a public humiliation. Maeve

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 Mr. George wouldn't let that slide, so he taught

fear and anxiety Jeff had

She thought, So, he

act like a tyrant and do whatever he wants.

then hurried toward the

spotted the black Maybach parked

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 Maeve quickly got into the passenger seat and began explaining her delay. "I just saw Jeff

sigh, "Mr. George really did everyone a favor by

thought, 'People like Jeff can really use a

then looked at her with an

pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate

always thought rich heirs were all arrogant and unreasonable like Jeff,

me, seeing Jeff get what he deserved felt

Maeve kept praising Ray, completely oblivious to the growing chill

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she continued to chatter on, Byron suddenly unfastened his seatbelt

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widening as his handsome face came dangerously

the exposed line of his collarbone beneath his