The Heir's Secret Bride

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"Ms. Reese, don't forget that we only signed a three-month short-term contract, which will be up next month." Haley chuckled. "At this point, switching suppliers might complicate things for your studio, don't you think?" Maeve narrowed her eyes. "Are you threatening me, Mr. Bennet

Haley remained unflustered. Tm just trying to teach you, Ms. Reese, that there's value in sharing the wealth. Don't fixate on these small gains and losses. As a young person, taking a little hit now and then is okay. Our company will remember your goodwill and future collaborations will be more pleasant, won't they?"

This whole set of workplace manipulation tactics made Maeve both amused and enraged. Haley's lofty ideals were enough to give her indigestion. They wanted the new fabric but didn't want to spend a dime, and he still dared to talk about sharing the profits. She scoffed at the notion.

"It seems that Mr. Bennett forgot your sincerity at home today, so we have nothing more to discuss," Maeve said, rising with her bag in hand. Her delicate face was cold as ice. There are plenty of suppliers; Dreamscape doesn't have to rely on you You overestimate your importance."

After speaking, she turned to leave, but the furious Haley yanked her arm back. Maeve grimaced in pain and exclaimed. "Let go! Are you out of your mind!"

Haley, clearly intoxicated, glared at her with a twisted expression and spat out, "Our company is doing you a favor by considering your fabric. Don't get too full of yourself! Just because I call you Ms. Reese doesn't mean you're anything special. You're just a dirty whore who's probably slept with countless men-ah!"

Before Haley could finish his insult, a sudden, powerful kick struck him in the abdomen, sending him flying and crashing into the dining table with a loud thud. The table's edge shook, causing a nearby bottle of wine to tumble and hit him squarely on the forehead. He instantly collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

Maeve was startled, turning to see Byron's handsome face, cold as ice. Her heart raced as if it might leap from her throat. The restaurant manager hurried over, glancing at the scene with concern. "Mr. Mcdaniel what had just happened?"

Throw him out. I don't want to see him in this restaurant again Byron instructed coldly.

"Yes, sure, I'll call someone over right away. I sincerely apologize for the disturbance to your dining experience. We will do everything we can to compensate you," the manager said, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pulling out a walkie-talkie to call for assistance. It wasn't long before the restaurant's security arrived to drag the limp Haley, who lay on the ground like a dead fish, out of the dining area. Maeve turned her gaze back to Byron and asked. "What are you doing here?"

is Jaylen Chatterly doing? How can someone

Jaylen Unable to hold back, she explained, "He's the head of a supplier for my studio. We were discussing business, and who knew he would

sneered; he said, "Thave no interest in your

instantly dimmed. Byron didn't look back at her and took a

unexpectedly, followed

times? Does it want me

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Chapter 325

cold glance as

Maeve was confused but hesitated for a couple of seconds before deciding to

fell silent. Ray whistled, saying, Byron, you're not playing fair! We agreed you wouldn't bring a plus one to this gathering, and

wife? She's stunning, and her elegance matches him perfectly.

the first time. I didn't bring a

careful, or

gazes scrutinized her. Hearing them casually call her "Mrs. Mcdaniel" only added

have the guts to speak up. Don't call her that carelessly," Byron warned, then turned

menu."

handed it to Maeve with a playful smile. "So,

you?" Maeve replied, recalling that Bonnie and Ray seemed to have

lately. Turns out he's been dreaming about his ideal partner for years-ah!" Ray let out a pained yelp. nearly springing off the sofa. When Ray looked up, he realized that Byron had silently moved beside him, his handsome face clouded with an ominous expression. "If you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute, Byron remarked