The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 168

In the Mcdaniel Group, the secretary panicked for a moment when she saw Maeve coming over. "Ms. Reese, Mr. Mcdaniel has something on now. Could you come over later?" "Is he busy?" Maeve asked curiously. "N-not really..." The secretary was hesitant.

Maeve's eyes curved up. "That's fine. He asked me to go in directly. He shouldn't blame me. Thank you for reminding me." The secretary sighed and watched her leave. She had tried her best.

In the office, Karen stood by the desk and cried pitifully, tears falling down endlessly. No man could help but feel pity for

her.

Byron did not even look up. The piles of documents were getting thinner with his enormous efficiency.

Karen, who had been crying for almost half an hour, felt kind of helpless as if she was winking at a blind person.

"Byron, Finesse Bloom is a company that my father funded for me. I don't want to see it destroyed like this. Can you help me?" Karen begged weakly.

Byron signed the document swiftly and said indifferently, "Your father dotes on you very much."

Karen hurriedly nodded. "Yes, my father definitely doesn't want to see...

Byron interrupted her. "Now that he dotes on you so much, he probably won't fuss over such a small matter."

Karen choked and her tears fell even more miserably. "Can't you just help me? As long as I have your words, Finesse Bloom can get through this difficult time...

Byron

"1,

paused slightly. "After you came out of the basement, did you apologize to Maeve?"

have I been locked up by you for so long, right?" Karen bit her lips. "I know my mistake now."

"Then you didn't." Byron's eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at her coldly. "What identity are you using to ask me for help now? My secretary, or Patrick Booth's daughter?" Before Karen could answer, Byron added coldly, "No matter what your identity is, I don't think there's a need for me to offend my wife for you."

she is your wife? And y even refused to help me just for that b***h? What? That's not fair Karen took a deep breath. "You promised my father

stay in the company is my greatest tolerance for you." Byron's thin lips curled up coldly. "You should know very well how much I hate people who push their luck." Karen's entire

a faint beeping sound came from the sensor

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her eye. The jealousy in her eyes instantly erupted to its new peak. She immediately leaned against Byron and hooked her arms around his neck, in an attempt to kiss his lips. Byron coldly avoided it. Then,

was about to question her, Maeve

eyes and said in a deep voice, "No matter what you're thinking

she almost

lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'm here to deliver the suit. I'll leave now.

time

the bag on the

apple bobbed. His cold and oppressive gaze landed on Karen.

and fainted." Thinking of Maeve's expression just now,

so?" There was no warmth on Byron's handsome face. Since you're not feeling

the button for

corner of the table and fell to the ground. In the elevator, Maeve pressed expressionlessly. However, just as the door was about to close, a chiseled hand reached out and blocked the door. forced the He walked in and fixed his gaze on Maeve's stunned face. "Maeve, why are you running "I didn't run." Maeve came back to her senses and said in a relaxed tone, I'm

Byron

the door open

of you, about it. Don't misunderstand me, Maeve said calmly. "You don't have to explain it to

"I'm

Even en I

nothing to

her heart. Her hands curled up in her sleeves and clenched so tightly to maintain her calm on the surface. It seemed that this was the only way to preserve the last bit of her self-esteem and make her seem less pitiful. "Yeah, I don't care." Upon hearing this answer, Byron suddenly felt suffocated. A sinister coldness seeped

Maeve, he turned around with a cold expression and walked out of the

elevator doors

against the cold wall as her body slowly slid down.

came, she was full of anticipation to share the joy of shooting to international fame with him. She also wanted to see if

the joy and anticipation were like a cold slap to her face. She