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

and the thin silver glasses perched on his high nose, while his lips were barely tinted. To

the screen displayed a

it mean if a woman won't

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were likely thousands of replies

doesn't love

She

you considered that what you offered isn't as good as what others

might need to consider finding a new

he read the top-voted replies,

devoted Maeve was to me?

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closed the search interface, pressing his fingers against his temples, suddenly recalling Maeve's words, "Even just a rose." He

[Do you like

her phone at

after he read her response, Byron's expression turned

[I like the roses Alex

me.]

hand cracked, the sharp edge digging into his palm. Blood seeped out and dripped onto the dark red desk. Behind the thin lenses,

she really mean

the door interrupted his

trash bin, his voice

from his palm with a handkerchief. He paused

is it?" Byron

Archer placed a folder on the desk. "The investigation. materials regarding the first kidnapping case were destroyed, not by accident, but

this, Byron's gaze sharpened

the first case insisted that Ms. Reese hired them to harm Ms. Booth,

used a polygraph on him, and oddly enough,

he

dragged Ms. Reese into this..." As he spoke, Archer suddenly understood. "The victim' the kidnapper

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It was self-incrimination:

blood from his hands, speaking slowly. Tomorrow night, bring Karen to that abandoned

"Understood," Archer said..