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trace of confusion appeared in Maeve's eyes. She did not know if she should believe Valda's words and was silent for a long time. The next moment, a message of a transfer appeared on her phone. Valda said. "When our family owed money in the past, your father and I were under a lot of mental pressure and always asked you to help us. We felt very guilty too. I know you won't forgive us. Take this money. You need it since you're living outside. Take good care of suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Her guilt surged. She thought perhaps she was wrong before. "Mom"

yourself"

I still have to cook for your father. He has been working overtime every day lately and it has been tough for him." Valda said gently. "If you're free, come back. Bring your husband too." Hearing this. Maeve finally believed that her parents might have let go of her marriage to someone else. Otherwise, Valda wouldn't have said this.

Maeve said in a low voice, "Got it. You and Dad take care too."

"Okay, Valda hung up.

Maeve sat in her seat, feeling mixed emotions.

In the evening. Maeve stayed in the company for half an hour more. She tidied up the sample clothes in the studio before leaving

A champagne-colored Bentley stopped not far from her at the entrance of the company. The back window rolled down.

"Ms. Reese, get in the car." Alexis, who was wearing a long purple dress, sat in the car and looked at Maeve coldly.

Maeve braced herself and got into the car. She wondered what was going on. Not only did Karen and Alexis come looking for her, but Alexis also chose to appear at the entrance of the company. When Maeve sat in the car, Alexis asked, "I heard my son is married. You're his maid. You should know who his wife is. right?"

Maeve was silent. Byron had

casually said that she was a maid and ended up causing her a lot of trouble. She sighed inwardly. "If you want to know, wouldn't it be better to ask Mr. Mcdaniel?" They shouldn't make things difficult for her. "Are you also so perfunctory with Karen?" Alexis glanced at Maeve. I'm Byron's mother, I have the right to know, and I'll meet her sooner or later. I came to ask you just to prepare in advance." Maeve thought for a few seconds. What Alexis said

a listed company, her mother is a housewife, and she has a younger brother in

frankly, "There's nothing special about her. She usually likes to grow vegetables and draw.

it.

her emotions to outsiders. However, she was so dissatisfied with Byron's so-called new wife that

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didn't like it-twould be fine if their family backgrounds were not compatible, but the woman was just a small designer. Such a wife would be of

background could not be more ordinary. If Alexis had to view

the apartment at some point in time. Maeve immediately told the driver to stop. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, if

high-quality gift boirs. "I got these for

the mention of Byron, Alexis's tone softened. "He might not want to accept my gifts, so don't tell him I gave it to him, in case he's unhappy" She seemed more sincerely concerned about her son than Maeve had felt

you.

car and watched as Alexis's car drove away. Then, she

Maeve was also working at a design company and seemed to be a designer too. She had the same profession as

'No way. Byron wouldn't marry a maid. At the very least, he would not marry a maid

was probably

standing in front of a silver car. He braced his hand on the roof of the car as

why are you off work so early today?" Maeve walked over and looked at the car curiously. "Is this

in the corner for a long time. If he kept driving the Maybach, it would arouse her suspicion sooner or later. Hence, he decided to

standards low?" That Maybach was one of his favorite cars. It was a limited edition model that was worth over

that car was inferior is thus do, but Beney that cast tens of thousands of what

good, but it's too good. It seems unreal. I prefer what is feal

to have said before that it was fortunate that he was only a driver. He wondered if she really did not care

seat. She placed her legs outside the car and looked at Byron with bright