The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 242

Maeve observed that Gwynn seemed uncertain, but she kept glancing at her phone's camera, possibly reacting to comments from the livestream audience, which caused her to hesitate. After considering for a moment, Maeve proposed that they visit the sample room, but with the condition that no filming was permitted.

The fans were quite displeased that Gwynn had left them behind and eagerly awaited their return. Half an hour later, Maeve and Gwynn returned to the reception room, where they immediately signed the contract.

After Gwynn paid the deposit and saw her fans' comments on the screen, she deliberately said to Maeve, "Ms. Reese, if the finished wedding dress doesn't meet my expectations, I'll expose your studio online.

"Don't worry, Miss Olson, Maeve said with a smile. "Dreamscape always strives for perfection. In a week, you and your fiancé are welcome to come and see the production process. It's more meaningful when both partners are involved in something like this.

Gwynn felt a little moved. Her fiancé had been so busy lately that he barely had any time for her, but because she loved him. she never complained about it, even when she felt hurt. She was pleased that Maeve had given her a perfect excuse to involve him

"Alright, I will Thank you. Gwynn replied.

After seeing Gwynn off, Maeve noticed a tall man in a silver-gray double-breasted trench coat walking toward her from the elevator. He wore sunglasses, and his naturally upturned lips hinted at a faint, ambiguous smile, giving him a somewhat enigmatic air. Maeve caught a whiff of a medicinal scent emanating from him which seemed to seep deep into his presence. The scent felt oddly familiar like she had encountered it somewhere before.

"Ms. Reese, long time no see, the man said in a familiar, teasing tone. The last time we met was four years ago?"

Maeve's eyes showed a hint of confusion. "And you are?" she asked

The man raised an eyebrow. "Tm Neville Mcdaniel. You haven't forgotten me, have you, Ms. Reeser

"Neville Mcdaniel? Maeve recalled some information about him but remained puzzled. "It seems we aren't acquainted, so why would I need to remember you?"

"You're still as guarded with me as before. Neville chuckled. "Considering you've divorced Byron, it doesn't seem necessary. does it? After all, I'm here to help you today." "Help me? What do you mean?" she asked.

"Your studio has been under pressure lately, with designers leaving, and you barely manage basic operations. This is thanks to the Mcdaniel Group, isn't it?" Neville replied. Maeve grew wary and thought, 'How does he know about all this

it's true? What are you trying to

and smiled as he said, "Since we have a common enemy, why not join

Why would I want to partner with you?"

what if I told you that at the time of Mr. Mcdaniel's harm, besides you, there

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chuckled, not bothering to keep the suspense. "She's a fool, someone, even the Mcdaniel family's servants can push

years ago, when Alexis had confined her, the girl was starving, and Maeve had secretly brought her chocolate to help her get by. She thought, 'But if she was there, then why wasn't she discovered? And.' "How do I know if what you're saying is true?"

know

decide to consider partnering with me, I'm always open to

like he was gravely ill, giving off an impression of being no threat, there was an instinctive fear he evoked. Moreover, he was skilled at psychological games. The leverage he presented struck Maeve's soft spot, making

vital witness in

pick up Theo from the sanatorium. Exiting the commercial building, she spotted a black Spyker parked by the roadside, seemingly waiting for someone. The license plate was flashy, with the last digit being 9, making it easy to identify the

the pinnacle of power in Kleymond.

and intended to walk away, but the car's

get in the

not to

and sat down, slamming it shut with

defensive posture and scoffed quietly. "No

me. Just because he's not here doesn't mean I don't have other options for a date," she replied, her tone reminiscent of