The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 142

Maeve looked at herself in the mirror. Perhaps because of her delicate skin, the narrow, one-finger-long crimson scar appeared particularly striking on her right cheek. It was like a crack in a fine gemstone, adding a sense of fragility.

Although the wound was not severe, it still looked rather frightening at first glance. It was Maeve's first time seeing herself like this, so she curiously inspected her reflection. She even brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead to touch the bandaged wound. Previously, when people praised my looks, I didn't really feel it, but with this scar, I finally realize I'm quite beautiful," Maeve said. Bonnie and Alex, who had been worried about her, could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

"You've always been beautiful, a stunner, Bonnie exclaimed. "What misunderstanding do you have about yourself? Even if your face was covered in mud, you're still the most beautifull Bonnie said.

Maeve was amused. Tm going to get arrogant if you continue," she said.

Tm telling the truth, Bonnie said.

After dinner, Maeve had to rest. Alex gently reminded her to take care of herself before leaving with Bonnie.

Maeve did not sleep. She picked up the phone on the table and hesitated a few seconds before calling Linds.

"Ms. Reese?" Linds sounded much more colder than previously. What's the matter?"

Fm sorry, Mr. Watson. I didn't mean to miss our appointment yesterday." Maeve briefly explained the situation. "I apologize for letting you down."

Linds sounded calm. "Since there's a reason, I don't blame you. However, I've already replaced you for the next designer interview because of your absence. Let's reconnect should another opportunity arise in the future."

The implication could not have been clearer. Maeve's fingers on the blanket clenched tightly, then let go weakly. "Alright, sorry to trouble you. See you next time," she said hoarsely.

When Maeve was locked up, she had prepared for the worst. Regardless of the cause of her absence, it had occurred and was irreversible. It was reasonable for Linds to replace her.

she had no right to ask for anything from him. After all, there were many new designers. She had not reached the stage of

the name at the top of the contact

man in the basement. The reason was simple. If Byron were angry with her, he would only turn around and

have dialed is

pursed her lips and sent him a

blanket down. She gently placed her finger near the wound. It still hurt a little. Maeve could not help but sigh. Even if Linds did not replace her with her current appearance, she would probably not be able to appear in the Trend Style Magazine's exclusive interview this time.

Chapter 142

the evening. Maeve was jolted awake

on the door. Rubbing her eyes, she

barging in, ignoring the bodyguards Alex had left to stand

enough harm to my daughter?" Lydia glared at Maeve with bloodshot eyes. "You kidnapped her first and broke her nose bridge. I haven't even settled

let's get something straight. It was your daughter who kidnapped me and illegally detained me, using violent methods to force me into a confession. Isn't

have witnesses and evidence proving you planned the last kidnapping. If the police

hands, why didn't you hand it over to the police? Why did you kidnap me and force me into

Byron didn't marry your fake gentle and vicious daughter. Could it

she grabbed the vase from the table, hurling it toward Maeve. Before Maeve could raise her hand to block

coldly. "If you continue to make

IML"

expression changed, and she glared at Maeve. "Maeve, just you wait and see. Let's see

little uncertain. What other tricks does the

worried voice. "Maeve, are you alright?

at him. "No, she didn't.

have the bodyguards strengthen