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."

me just for that b***h? What? That's not fair Karen took a deep breath. "You promised my father you'd

you." Byron's thin lips curled up coldly. "You should know very well how much I

came from the

you

Byron and hooked her arms around his neck, in an attempt to kiss his lips. Byron coldly avoided it. Then, he stood up and pushed

as he was about to question her, Maeve walked

and said in a deep voice, "No matter what you're thinking now, it's not like

eyes turned moist and she almost wanted

disturbed you? Maeve lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'm here to deliver the suit. I'll

time

the bag on the sofa and

cold and oppressive gaze landed

feeling unwell recently. I just suddenly blacked out and fainted." Thinking of Maeve's expression just now, she

There was no warmth on Byron's handsome face. Since you're

the button for

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

Byron

the door

Maeve said calmly. "You don't have to explain it to me. It has nothing

"I'm

Even en I

nothing to do with

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 out from the edge of

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

elevator doors

body slowly slid down. Finally,

anticipation to share the joy of shooting to international fame with

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