The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 176

"There's no harm in letting him know," Jason said firmly. "The Booth family was once indebted to him. I'm protecting Karen to protect him and the Medaniel Group's reputation." The middle- e-aged man nodded. "I believe your son will understand your painstaking efforts."

Their conversation entered Marve's ears, causing her to stop. Her eyes widened in shock. 'So, Mr. Mcdaniel destroyed the investigation report and asked a bodyguard to take the blame for Karen?' In shock, Maeve accidentally bumped into the potted plant beside her and made a soft sound. Jason noticed it and turned around. "Who's there? Maeve hesitated between leaving or showing up but chose the latter. "Maeve Upon seeing her, Jason frowned in disgust. "Are you cavesdropping on our conversation?"

sorry,

looked displeased. He said to the middle-aged man, "You can leave."

Mr. Mcdaniel, I happened to pass by here Just now. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

the man lett, Jas

lett, Jason said coldly, "You heard our conversation just now."

Jason "Yes, Mr. Mcdaniel' After

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Maeve bit her lip. "Yes." She had always thought Byron had done those things to protect Karen. Unexpectedly, it was not him, but his father.

You came from a humble family, and you probably don't understand how important reputation is to a family like ours. You only care about temporary gains and losses and don't care about the big picture. Jason's tone was cold. "Although you are Byron's wife, you are far from qualified to join our ranks."

People who had been in power knew where the weakest part of human nature was. With just a few words, Maeve's face turned pale, and a layer of embarrassment appeared in her eyes. Alexis had said a similar thing.

to keep level-headed. "As

affected Byron and your company's reputation. But I think you're just biased against me." Jason picked up coffee glasses. "Then I'd like to ask, what do you think is good for

a name for yourself. Because, as I stated earlier, you come from

clenched her fists tightly, may not have an outstanding family background, and my parents may be nobodies. They can never compare to your wealthy family, but just based on this, you've rejected my entire... "The family you were born into might have something to do with what you did in your previous life. If you can't live this life, you might as well call it quits and move on. But you will never be good enough for my son in this lifetime," Jason interrupted her coldly. Maeve's eyes were filled with unbearable pain and bitterness. She wanted to argue back. However, her throat was so choked that she could

lid of his cup. His face remained firm as he said, "My family doesn't need a young woman who doesn't come from the same

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will never allow you to continue staying by his side and become a

was filled with Jason's cruel yet realistic words. She could not change her background or other's opinions. She had

clear voice suddenly came from the front. Marve

Byron

approached, he asked concernedly, "Why didn't

face and frowned. "Why do you

touch her forehead. But Maeve subconsciously avoided his hand. Byron's arm stopped mid-air as he looked at

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well. Please don't get too close to me. I smell blood and it's unpleasant." Maeve lowered her eyes and casually lied. But hearing this,

was shocked. She immediately looked around nervously. "Let go of

leaned close to her

her shoulder and neck burned from his light breath, and the tips of Maeve's ears suddenly began to burn as she reached out to push him away. "Stop messing around! It won't be good if someone sees us," "Don't worry, no

at him. But Byron knew she was shy, so he did not tease her anymore. He held her hand as he walked

down at Byron's hand that pulled her. His fingers were long and slender, and his palm was broad. It almost enveloped her hand, and she felt his warmth transmitted to hers. Feeling this. Maeve's

did not want to embarrass her, but she did not have much appetite and ate sluggishly. Soon, she couldn't eat and didn't touch the remaining half

Maeve frowned a

about what to do, Byron asked her in a low voice,