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...

need for that," Byron's voice turned icy. "This is a matter for the Mcdaniel family, and outsiders have no reaso to be concerned. Besides, with you and Neville both having questionable intentions and a checkered past, why should I trust you? What a joke." The words "checkered past struck a painful chord in Maeve's heart. Although she had long known he didn't trust her, hearing it directly still brought

want you to hand the medicine over to

has Neville given you to make

do you mean by

mother after accepting her offer, and now you're doing the same for Neville." Byron slowly adjusted his cufflinks,

offer and didn't

slowly chewed on the word scoffed "Maeve Reese, you're still

argue further, but he interrupted her coldly, "Get out. I don't want to see your annoying face

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

car with a stern 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 to upset her?" He thought. If it hadn't been for Mr. Mcdaniel taking all the responsibility back then, it would have been uncertain whether Ms. Reese could even get out of detention. So why would he

tries to meet with Neville, stop her immediately, he instructed in a deep voice. "Understood." Archer felt a bit puzzled by Byron's actions. He thought,

labeling her a schemer without even considering her explanations. Everything she did was viewed with suspicion as if she always had ulterior

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 a mess! Maeve felt a situation where surge of anger mixed

once attempted to bribe her with a card, but she had promptly turned it down. As for Neville, if he ever tempted her, it was hard to believe she would be foolish enough to go straight to Byron and remind him

a wedding dress. The crewelwork embroidery

absorbed in her work that it 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

bring in the groceries? Maeve called out as she bent down to

rushed over. His pale face had a hint of color as he reached