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.

recalling the designs as she began to

to a week, but

an hour, Maeve

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her redrawn designs, his expression shifting from skepticism to shock, and then to

everyth

actually remembered

the details himself, but seeing the identical designs brought the memories back. He was certain

the designs, and when she came across Maeve's

nodded begrudgingly. "Alright, let's consider this

sneered, "Must be nice to have connections-always someone to

said this, the atmosphere in the

together, her hands

Even

office.

had been silent until now, couldn't take it any longer and

on a smile. "Mr. Munoz, what

Alex owned the company, he was often secluded, working on design drafts and rarely making

Lino, but he was usually too busy to visit this

tour to an 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.

to Leah. "I've already reviewed the security footage. You should take

Lino ignored b

stiffened. "I apologize, Mr. Munoz I'm sorry you had to see that. I'll make sure to keep a tighter rein on my team in the

supervision i

is, without good character, they're just a liability. Move him downstairs." Moving downstairs" meant being

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

that, Lino

fell into

as pale as a sheet, almost blending

over to Maeve and whispered, "Maeve, do you know Mr.

how the male designer had been accusing her of

"Mr. Munoz 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