The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 57

Meanwhile, outside the office window, a tall, stern figure stood with one hand in his pocket, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene inside. Byron could clearly see Maeve standing alone, facing the others, her face pale.

The group of executives gathered behind him exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why he had suddenly stopped.

The man wearing glasses, standing to his left, stepped for ward antl respectfully asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, is something wrong?"

"Mr. Munoz." Byron replied, his voice cool, are your company's senior designers always this good at twisting the truth?" Lino Munoz's expression tightened. He glanced into the office, then cautiously asked, "Are you referring to...

Byron's expression remained impassive. "When

Hearing t

his forehead.

this. Lino felt a cold sweat break out on his grens spend more time scheming than honing their craft, it's quite disgraceful.”

Next month's series exhibition at Eternal Hope was set to be held on the top floor of Pearl Tower, a property owned by Mcdaniel Group. Securing this venue and earning Byron's favor would be crucial for future investments. He thought, 'If something as minor as this office dispute ruined Byron's impression of Eternal Hope, it would be bad. Lino quickly responded, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I assure you this is an isolated incident. Most of our designers are of excellent character. "As for this As this matter, please allow me to handle I'll make sure that the designer who was wronged receives justice."

Just as he finished speaking. Maeve's voice came from inside the office. "I can handle this."

stack coffee-stained

and said Leah, "Please give me some time."

The make designer rolled his eyes. "Stop kidding yourself. Are you going to magically recreate Jack's designs from scratch? were organized by me, and I've reviewed them many times. They're all in my head, Maeve replied calmly, ignoring his sarcasm. She turned to Jack and said, "I'll redraw them. If I make a single mistake, I'll leave the company myself. izd designs Jack hesitated, looking at her doubtfully. "Are you sure? Can you really do it?"

"The

There were twelve designs in total, and even he wasn't confident he could perfectly replicate his own work.

Maeve nodded. "If I can't, then you can hold me responsible."

The male

The ma designer started to protest, but Leah nodded in agreement.

then skip your lunch break and stay here to redraw all the designs. Jack, keep an eye on her, Leah said.

Got it," Jack responded.

her desk, mentally recalling the

scratch could take three days to a week,

than an hour, Maeve put down her

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his expression shifting from skepticism to shock, and then to

everyth

remembered

all the details himself, but seeing the identical designs brought the memories back. He was certain that Maeve had captured every detail, even down to the

came

let's consider this

designer crossed his arms and sneered, "Must be nice to have connections-always someone to bail you

he said this, the atmosphere in the

her lips together, her hands clenched

Even

office.

who had been silent until now, couldn't take it any longer and was about to

immediately put on a smile. "Mr. Munoz, what

was often secluded, working on design drafts and rarely making

day-to-day operations were handled by Lino, but he was usually too busy

important guest, Lino replied casually. "By the way, I happened to see your male designer deliberately spill coffee on that young lady's desk." The male designer's face went white. "N-no, Mr. Munoz, I only did that because she bumped

already reviewed the security footage. You should take a look at it

Lino ignored b

had to see that. I'll make sure to keep a tighter rein on my

supervision i

character, they're just a liability. Move him downstairs." Moving downstairs" meant

as quickly as he had arrived, as if he had only stopped by to correct

that, Lino left

office fell into

male designer's face was as pale as a sheet,

leaned over to Maeve and whispered, "Maeve, do you know Mr. Munoz? It seemed

accusing her of using connections earlier, and now

didn't even look at me. He only mentioned that coffee had been spilled on my desk. Why would you think he was here to help me?" "I j just seemed like such