The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 150

Maeve nearly choked on Byron's words, her eyes widening slighty as she turned to him. "What do you mean?

"Literally," Byron said, looking directly into her eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was tense for a moment.

Maeve's gaze shifted to the black card. She suddenly grasped the real meaning behind his words and laughed out loud

"So in your eyes, marital relationships can be bought with money, she mocked. "And you might be mistaken about one thing. I'm short on cash, but I won't sell myself for it."

Byron raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it just a matter of mutual benefit

"But I don't really need your card" Maeve shrugged. "I can earn money if I need it."

You'd rather take from others than accept mine?" Byron's gaze tired icy. "Should I commend you for your integrity?"

Byron thought. Or did she think that using my mother's card was less burdensome than taking mine?"

Maeve met his gaze fearlessly and said, "At least what I earn is rightfully mine."

She glanced at the white roses in the vase, continuing, "And if you really wanted to take our relationship to the next level, what's in front of me, even just a rose, is better than that card." She wouldn't be anyone's outlet for their desires.

Byron's lips pressed together, his eyes sullen as he looked at her

The dinner ended on a sour note.

Maeve returned to her room, grumbling about how Byron was utterly ridiculous.

Maeve thought, I earn my living through hard work, never stealing or robbing, so why is he so angry?"

He offered her a black card to buy her, and she wasn't even mad about it.

Macve thought, "What did "mutual benefit even mean? If he was so unsatisfied, why not go find Karen?"

Just then, her phone chimed

She opened it to find a text from her assistant, saying that the remaining fabric had been procured and asking if she was free for a call to discuss it.

If it hadn't been for the constant glitches in Maeve's chat app, which kept crashing unexpectedly, a video call would have been much better.

replied with a simple "Okay" and walked over to the window seat with

features and the thin silver glasses perched on his

displayed

if a woman won't take your

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were likely thousands of

doesn't love you. Move

relationship so clear-cut? She probably doesn't love you

considered that what you offered

you might need to consider finding

read the top-voted replies, Byron's

ever seen how devoted Maeve was to me? What bullshit are they talking

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closed the search interface, pressing his fingers against his temples, suddenly recalling Maeve's words, "Even

[Do you like

was probably looking at her phone at

he read her response, Byron's expression

[I like the

me.]

out and dripped onto the dark red desk. Behind the thin lenses,

she really

on the door interrupted

the trash

a handkerchief. He paused and asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, are you hurt? Do you need me to

is it?" Byron

something, and we have results." Archer placed a folder on the desk. "The investigation. materials regarding the first kidnapping case were destroyed, not by accident, but by your father. I wasn't sure how to handle

this, Byron's gaze sharpened slightly.

them to harm Ms. Booth, but the recordings: and records he provided have

used a polygraph on him, and oddly enough, he

"Why was he locked

by the victim, which is why he dragged Ms. Reese into this..." As he spoke, Archer suddenly understood. "The victim' the kidnapper referred to could only

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It was self-incrimination:

hands, speaking slowly. Tomorrow night,

"Understood," Archer said..