The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 248

"Ms. Reese, you're overthinking it. My only enemy is Byron," Neville replied, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "On this point, we should be on par.

Maeve pondered momentarily before replying. I need to see the antidote first; otherwise, there's nothing to discuss."

Neville chuckled as expected and said, "I'm currently parked downstairs at your studio in a silver-gray Bugatti

As soon as he said that, Maeve felt her defenses strengthen. She feared he had anticipated that she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

After receiving the antidote. Maeve sent Byron a message: [We need to meet.]

Ten minutes later, a black Spyker pulled up outside the studio. After Maeve got into the car, it drove away. "What do you need to talk to me about?" Byron asked, his expression indifferent, hinting at a subtle detachment.

Maeve retalled storming into the Mcdaniel Group and scolding him without a second thought last time, feeling a twinge of guilt. After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she said, "Mr. Mcdaniel has been in a coma, possibly due to the poisonous magic. Ive obtained the corresponding antidote from someone and wanted to discuss it with you...

"Someone?" Byron turned to look at her, a hint of sarcasm glimmering in his deep eyes. "Isn't it Neville who provided you

with that?"

"How do you know that?" Maeve exclaimed, her heart racing. "Are you spying on me?"

Byron didn't answer but instead asked, "He gave you the antidote and sent you to me to administer it to my grandpa?"

Maeve sensed that his tone was off and furrowed her delicate brows slightly. "He told me to give it to your grandpa, but I wanted to let you know first...

past, why should I trust you? What

motives. I don't want you to hand the medicine over to Mr. Mcdaniel, but isn't it better

he asked, "What has Neville

you mean by that?" Maeve

his cufflinks, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Do you think I would believe that someone like you is genuinely concerned

offer and didn't come to you to help Neville! Why do you

word scoffed "Maeve Reese, you're still so good at

he interrupted her coldly, "Get

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and gave a bleak smile. "Fine, I'll take this as

expression. As soon as she left, Archer, sitting in the front seat, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Mcdaniel, haven't you always believed that Ms. Reese didn't harm Mr. Gilbert? Why would you intentionally say something

gradually softened as he gazed out the window, his eyes becoming more profound. "Send a few bodyguards to protect Maeve secretly. If she tries to meet with Neville, stop her immediately, he instructed in a deep

incredibly frustrated. She had never encountered someone so oblivious and unreasonable, labeling her a schemer without even considering her explanations. Everything she did was viewed with suspicion as

do I even want from him? To get involved with someone as cold as an ice block? To be tangled up in he has a fancee and a child while still having an affair? Ugh! Who would want to get involved in such

it baffled her how he could pin such accusations on her. Alexis had once attempted to bribe her with a card, but she had promptly turned it down. As for Neville, if he ever tempted

to craft a wedding dress. The crewelwork embroidery on the hem

wasn't until Paige knocked on the door to remind her that she realized it was time to leave. Afterward, she drove to the supermarket to pick up some groceries and returned to her apartment. She'd been getting off work

groceries? Maeve called out as she bent down to change her

a black cool-style uniform, rushed over. His pale face had a hint of color as he reached down to