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."

from now on, just like your father did for me. Tell her

embrace. But Byron sidestepped

staying in her room for the past few days, only coming out for meals.

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

a few times on the screen, he put away his phone and

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me?" Karen's voice was fragile. "If you're not here, I'm

at her coolly. "Are you threatening

not... I just thought you could stay with me for a few days." Karen's tears fell as she clung to his

pursed his lips. After a moment, he said, "I'm sorry, Karen. Contact me if you need anything." He pried her

knew all too well that Byron's tolerance of her over the years stemmed solely from the fact that her father had taken him in during his most difficult times as a

away, Byron's gratitude for him still lingered. But with time, that sense of obligation would soon wear thin. Karen couldn't afford to wait passively. She had to eliminate Maeve, the greatest threat

day free of snow, the sky was particularly clear. Maeve had finally completed her designs and was ready to leave the spa resort. Apart from not having signed the contract with Byron, this trip had been quite fruitful for her. After checking out, she left

sleep, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment. It appeared to be some sort of abandoned warehouse, with old cement walls, a damp floor, and the air thick with the smell of rust. Her hands

Maeve thought, her mind reeling in shock. Panic surged through her as she heard

be able to get a lot of money

them for money sounds boring. I'd like to see what it's like to mess with Mr. Mcdaniel's woman," one of them said

No harm in giving it a try. Another

lecherous gazes fixed on her like

you touch me, Byron will never let you off,"

saw Karen, bound like her, kneeling on the ground. Karen's face twisted with scorn as