The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 123

Neville's sickly face twisted into a smile. Then you must know my brother, Byron, right?"

Maeve's eyes darted to him as a memory suddenly came to mind. Bonnie had mentioned once that the McDaniels had two sons. The older one had disappeared for years and only resurfaced recently. He'd been through hell, always stuck in the shadow of his younger brother, never getting any of the family's affection.

Yet, it's the elder son who ultimately inherited the Mcdaniel Group. That elder son is Byron. And the younger son... is Neville? she wondered.

Perhaps it was because she had heard too much gossip about the bitter rivalry between Byron and Neville that Maeve instinctively felt wary of him. "If you're looking for your brother, he's not here," she said plainly.

Neville chuckled. "I know. He's gone to meet the childhood sweetheart he grew up with. Leaving such a beautiful lady alone here, that's just heartless of him."

"This is between him and me, and it doesn't concern you. Maeve replied coldly, standing up and grabbing her bag. "If there's nothing else, III be on my way." Neville didn't stop her. Instead, he said, "If you ever need my help, feel free to reach out."

Maeve ignored him, quickening her pace as she left. Once her figure completely disappeared, the smile on Neville's face turned cold as he sneered. "No surprise, she's just as stubborn as that guy."

Back in her room, Maeve wasn't in the mood to soak in the jacuzzi. She pulled out some paper and a pencil, burying herself in sketching designs, trying to escape from the troubling thoughts that plagued her.

I have to say, this place is perfect for creativity, and ideas just come naturally, Maeve thought to herself. The initial sketches for Fiora's gown and Loren's suit were nearly complete, only needing some deeper conceptualization.

Since the company didn't require her to clock in daily, it didn't matter where she worked. Maeve decided to stay and finish her designs. She turned off her phone, focusing solely on her work.

Whenever she felt tired, she would soak in the jacuzzi or take a stroll outside before returning to her room, where she would sit by the window, drawing as she gazed out at the snowy landscape. After three days, she found herself so immersed in her work that she nearly forgot everything else.

Meanwhile, things were far from peaceful for the Booth family. Byron had sent Karen and her mother, Lydia, back to their place. After days of crying, they were physically and emotionally drained, slumped on the sofa in a daze.

After helping her mother upstairs to rest, Karen returned to the living room. Her eyes were red as she spoke to Byron, Thank you for these past few days. If it weren't for you, my mother and I would have collapsed long ago."

take care of you and your mother from now on, just like your father did for me.

to lean into his embrace. But Byron sidestepped to

the hotel staff, Ms. Reese has been staying in her room for the past few days, only coming out for meals. It's unclear what she's been up

eyes flickered, his face reflecting his complex emotions, Is she

on the screen, he put away his phone and said to Karen, "I have some things to take

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was fragile. "If you're

her coolly.

she clung to his arm, refusing to let go. "Every time I close my eyes, I

sorry, Karen. Contact me if you need

Byron's tolerance of her over the years stemmed solely from the fact that her father had taken him in during his most

that sense of obligation would soon wear thin. Karen couldn't

signed the contract with Byron,

It appeared to be some sort of abandoned warehouse, with old cement walls, a damp floor, and the air thick with

I being kidnapped? Maeve thought, her mind reeling in shock. Panic surged through her as she heard the sound of

Byron Mcdaniel. We should be able to get a lot of money for them, came a chilling

exchanging them for money sounds boring. I'd like to see what it's like to mess

do it, then? No harm in giving it a try. Another voice

as the men approached Maeve, their lecherous gazes fixed on her like predators eyeing prey, Maeve's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with

never let you off," warned

kneeling on the ground. Karen's face twisted with scorn as she addressed the kidnappers, "You'd better be smart and let