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.

a simple "Okay" and walked

computer illuminated the man's cold, handsome face, highlighting his sharp features and the thin silver glasses perched on his high nose, while his lips were barely tinted. To an outsider,

screen displayed a search

read, "What does it mean if a woman won't take your

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and dripped onto the dark red desk. Behind

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the door interrupted his

into the trash

was wiping blood from his palm with a handkerchief. He paused and asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, are you hurt? Do you need me to

is it?"

me to investigate 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 it, so I came to

this, Byron's gaze sharpened

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

used a polygraph on him, and oddly enough, he didn't

was he locked in the basement with

believes he was retaliated against by the victim, which is why he dragged Ms. Reese into this..." As he spoke,

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It was self-incrimination:

the blood from his hands, speaking slowly. Tomorrow night, bring

"Understood," Archer said..