The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 303

Archer was about to walk into the CEO's office when a soft, pleasant voice suddenly called from behind her, "Ms. Bax, is Mr. Mcdaniel in?"

Archer nearly jumped at the unexpected voice. She turned around to see a woman walking towards her, wearing a light blue mermaid pencil skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. Her makeup was understated but elegant, and her graceful demeanor immediately suggested

a life of privilege.

'Why is she here? Such a beauty!' Archer thought, surprised. "Miss Malvis? Your trip's over?"

Serena nodded slightly. "It wasn't that exciting. I missed this place a bit, so I came back. Is Mr. Mcdaniel busy?"

"Follow me," Archer said, leading Serena to the CEO's office.

As soon as Serena saw Byron standing by the window, exuding calm and grace, a bright smile lit up her face. "Mr. Mcdaniel, long time no see."

Byron turned to look at Serena, a hint of surprise crossing his features. "Miss Malvis?"

"My trip ended early, so I plan to stay in Kleymond for a while. It'll also give me a chance to help Will with some counseling," Serena said with a playful wink. "You're not going to tell me I'm not welcome, are you?"

"Of course not." Byron walked over to the sofa and sat down, instructing Archer to bring in some coffee. Smiling lightly, he said, "If you need anything, feel free to reach out to Archer."

Serena rested her hand on her knee and teased, "Can't I contact you directly?"

Byron smiled but said nothing.

"How's Will been lately?" Serena switched topics smoothly. "Before I left, he seemed pretty stable. I was worried that once I was gone, his condition would worsen. But you know how it is-if I hadn't left, my dad would have dragged me back to marry someone I don't even know." "He's doing fine. You've done a lot."

"That's a relief. I've missed him, though. Would it be alright if I joined you when you go back later?" Serena asked with a smile.

Byron glanced at his watch, frowning slightly. "Not today. I've got other plans."

Serena playfully quipped, "What plans? Rushing home to be with your girlfriend?" She was joking, of course.

over the news. To her surprise, Byron didn't deny it. Instead, his lips curved into a soft smile. "Something

smile faltered for a second, then she sighed dramatically. "I see. Your girlfriend must be quite

sorted out your living

Serena shook her head. "Why, are you planning to

you home in

minutes. "You usually work late. It's not the weekend. Are you rushing home for your girlfriend or just tired of me talking too much?" she teased again, flashing

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woman whose every move felt natural and alluring to both men and women. But Byron's expression didn't

Swan?

"A cake shop."

precisely 6:30, Byron clocked out of work. He had the driver make a detour to

the DNA test result the two little ones had brought her,

a child, Maeve had always wondered if she was her parents' biological daughter, given how cold and unfair they were. But bad parents weren't exactly uncommon. Still, she had never truly doubted it-until now. It turned out she wasn't their

she wasn't their real daughter, but she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she had been

Instead, someone had snatched it away, smashed it to pieces, and then blamed me for not deserving

be sad! I'm here to give you double the love!" Theo kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the couch, trying to squeeze the sadness out of

who was a step slower, snuggled up to Maeve's side, silently offering his

warmth. Instead of dwelling on her pain, the joy of being loved and protected by her two sons filled her heart. "I'm fine. But when did you two find out about all this?" Will explained how they had investigated everything.

Byron?' Maeve thought and was stunned for a moment. 'This was something that had happened over twenty years ågo. It

as it unlocked. Soon after, a tall, slender man in a sleek, black single-breasted trench coat walked in, carrying a cake

his face in Maeve's lap, wondering,

silently positioned himself before Theo, saying a quick sorry in his

Byron

room, his gaze softening as he saw the three of them sitting

tighter. "You... you're

I left early," Byron replied casually, setting the cake

instinctively said, "Thanks, Dad. But I'm not a big fan