The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 464

Zephyr couldn't help but shrug. "My dad has been avoiding marriage for years. Why would he care if I get married?"

The assistant looked puzzled. "I get that your dad's been burned by love, but you? Why don't you want to get married?"

Zephyr wasn't someone who had been hurt by love, but he still had his reasons.

"I'm just not into the idea of wasting my time and giving away half of everything I've worked for later."

The assistant blinked, processing. He started to wonder if Zephyr's view on marriage had something to do with his dad's past. After all, his father's experience had been pretty rough. The assistant couldn't help but think, "That poor pretty girl'

Maeve, meanwhile, had no idea she was being pitied now. She sent a message to Byron, telling him not to pick her up because she had plans with Karina to watch a show and would be home late.

As she walked down the street, she didn't notice the low-key silver-white Bugatti cruising by. The breeze from the car ruffled her hair for a moment.

The man in the car, casually looking out the window, caught a glimpse of her figure. His expression froze instantly. "Stop the car," he barked.

The driver hit the brakes, clearly confused. "Sir, why-"

Before he could finish, the man was already out of the car, scanning the area. But the figure he had seen was gone. It disappeared like it had never been there, leaving no trace.

The man frowned, returning to the car with a frustrated look. His handsome face was a mix of annoyance and determination. He leaned back, one leg casually resting over the other, hands shoved into his pockets.

He wore a silver suit, simple but classy-but he didn't look like a guy heading to a fancy party. More like a mafia boss getting ready to deal with something serious.

His driver spoke up again, "Boss, do you need help finding them?

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No. It's fine."

looking for her. Besides,

I'll track them down, clean them up, and send them your way so you can handle it!" his subordinate quickly said, all eager. The man kicked the seat in front of him, eyes narrowing. "What nonsense are you talking? How dare you

subordinate quickly backpedaled. "Right, so you're looking for the future Madam. I wouldn't

glanced at his phone and scrolled through it. The message he'd been waiting for still hadn't come, but there were plenty of others he didn't care about. "Get me a new phone. This one's messed up," the man said, frustration

phones eight times this month. They're all top-tier models. How are they messed

screen and muttered, "If it wasn't broken, why am I not getting a message

just get

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hesitated. 'Did he ever think maybe she just hasn't

their boss's texts. Seeing the man getting angrier, the subordinate wisely stayed

as well take care of those old guys tonight. They're wasting my time and bothering me every day." In his head, the subordinate thought, 'Stop, those

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knew how to put on a show.

definitely going to buy. Even

went backstage for a fitting and then just waited for the dresses to be

the

here?" a sharp

clack of high heels followed, each step radiating irritation. Whoever

as a glance. She stopped right in front of Maeve, who was just putting

two gowns," the woman said with a raised chin.

her hair loose from her collar. "Not interested. I like them too much to

face tightened. "Do you know who

a once-over,

Maeve reconsider. She tilted her head, radiating smugness. "If you're smart, you won't try to make this hard. There's no upside to offending

unfazed. If she could deal with a temperamental princess in the past,