The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 145

Maeve's gaze froze momentarily as she was about to look away. Suddenly, her phone rang from her coat pocket. She pulled it out, and a message immediately appeared on the screen. Byron: [Come over.]

With just a glance, Macve turned off the screen, slipped her phone back into her coat pocket, and followed Alex into the car As the white Mulsanne drove away, Alex noticed that Maeve was still wearing the veil that covered the scars on her face, and he said. "You can take off the veil. You don't have to worry about what others think-I'm no different."

Maeve shook her head. Td rather keep it on. I feel more comfortable this way. For some reason, the wounds on her face would flare up just when they were about to heal, sometimes even becoming infected. She could barely stand looking at herself in the mirror, so she thought it best not to subject others to it.

A hint of sadness flickered in Alex's eyes, but seeing her insist, he didn't push further. Instead, he handed her a box from the side. This is the phone you dropped in the basement that day. It's been with the police for safekeeping

Maeve took the phone from the box, looked at it, and shook her head. "This isn't mine. I took it from Karen that day when she wasn't paying attention."

"Karen's?" Alex mused, his expression thoughtful. "Honestly, I don't believe she's innocent. But with the evidence destroyed and her bodyguards covering for her, suspicion alone isn't enough to charge her."

Maeve powered on the phone and gave it a slight wave in his direction. "Well, let's

"There should be a passcode, right?" Alex asked.

see if there's any clue in this phone, shall

"I picked up a few unlocking tricks while working part-time in college. Let me give it a try." After just a few minutes of fiddling, Maeve looked at the screen as it unlocked to the main interface and smiled. "Got it." Alex's gentle gaze fell on her. "Let's see if we can find any clues in there."

"Okay," Maeve replied as she first opened the contacts and messages, only to find them empty-nothing at all. The social media apps were equally bare, with no single message in sight and only a handful of friends listed. It was as if the phone were brand new. "She's very cautious; she didn't leave any information on the phone," Maeve said, not surprised but feeling a bit disappointed. "And now she gets away just like that."

It made sense. If Karen also orchestrated the first kidnapping, there was no way she would leave even the slightest trace for anyone to find.

culprit. It's only a

thoughts swirling, 'After finding the evidence, will we be able to convict Karen? As long as Byron

down, about to turn off the phone when a thought struck her. She opened the notes app for a glance. Unlike the other empty apps, it contained a

Maeve was about to hang up, suddenly came

That likely had little to do

an older woman's

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Chapter 145

and said. "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number," before hanging

wrong?" Alex asked.

clues?"

helplessly. "No, I was just being paranoid She thought the the kidnappers, so

numbers might belong to one

noticed a car that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The car darted past him on the left and stopped a short distance ahead. Frowning, he quickly slammed on the brakes, stopping just

eyes on the road ahead and shook his head slightly, I'm not sure. It looks like the car opposite

soon as he finished speaking, Maeve's phone pinged. She glanced down to see a message from Byron. It read:

imposing black Rolls-Royce blocking the road, clearly determined not to let her pass unless she approached. Clenching her teeth angrily, she thought, "Why doesn't he fly up to the sky? Does

single-lane, two-way street. Unless the driver chose to move, they wouldn't be able to get through. Tll go see what's going on,"

to stop him. "There's no need to check. That's someone I know, and they're here to see me." "Someone you know?" Alex asked, his expression puzzled. "How he's trying to get your attention is... quite unustaal." He thought, "Who greets someone by

unsure of how to explain. She

discomfort and not pressing further. He added gently, "Let's save dinner for another time. Don't rush

you, Alex," Maeve said, feeling a warmth in her heart. She smiled and bid him farewell before exiting the car and striding angrily toward the black

so she climbed inside. Before she could unleash her frustration, she heard Byron's cold, sarcastic voice put