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

in a time when curfews were

and she can't

cut her off sternly. "I'm in the area anyway. I'll pick you

with that, he hung

And

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

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

"Maeve, look

to process, then turned

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

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 Mr. George wouldn't let that slide, so he taught him a lesson. Serves him right." Knowing that Jeff had bullied Maeve in the past, she didn't hold back in her criticism. "Really?" Maeve watched the Maeve watched the scene, feeling a weight lift from

and anxiety Jeff had caused her started

She thought, So, he

on his family background to act like a tyrant and do whatever he wants. There

Maeve didn't spare Jeff another glance. She quickly told Bonnie she had to go, then hurried toward

the black Maybach parked by the roadside, standing out even among the surrounding luxury

rested his elbow on the car window, casting an impatient glance at

what had happened, then remarked with a sigh, "Mr. George really did everyone

use a good

then looked at her with an unreadable

might just pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate finding someone

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

me, seeing Jeff get what

completely oblivious to the

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to chatter on, Byron suddenly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned toward

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her eyes widening as his

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