The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 467

"I'll visit you guys when I get the chance," Maeve said with a smile.

Wren's face lit up. "Alright, but be careful on your way. Call me as soon as you arrive, okay? And don't forget to bundle up- it's been so unpredictable lately. Don't go catching a cold. Oh, and also...."

She kept going, rattling off reminders about little things. Maeve, who had never been doted on like this by her own mother, felt a warmth she wasn't used to. Despite not knowing each other for long, Wren's love felt genuine. Maeve couldn't help herself anymore. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around Wren, and whispered, "Thank you, Mom."

Wren froze for a moment, then her eyes turned glassy as they filled with tears.

Later, as Maeve boarded her flight at noon, she had this nagging feeling she'd forgotten something. She couldn't put her finger on it, though.

Probably just her usual nerves-whenever she traveled, it always felt like she was leaving something behind.

>Meanwhile, over at the Trazir headquarters, Zephyr had been standing at the entrance for nearly half an hour, checking his

phone over and over. 'Did I mix up the time? Or worse, did I get stood up again?'

Maeve, blissfully unaware of any of this, landed at Kleymond Airport that evening. She sent a quick text to Byron to let him know she'd arrived, then spotted the car he'd arranged to pick her up. She walked over, handed her suitcase to the driver, and slid into the backseat.

"Who the hell changes the date of a big drill without telling me?" came a sharp, cold voice. "If anyone in my team tried that, I'd have them fired on the spot. Save the excuses. That doesn't fly with me." The icy tone hit Maeve like a bucket of cold water. She stiffened in her seat, glancing toward the source of the voice.

The man turned to look at her, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, like he was sizing her up for a fight. His entire presence screamed danger.

After a beat, his expression shifted slightly. "You?" His voice dropped, laced with confusion. "Why are you in my car?"

"Mr. Soar, are you sure this isn't my car?" Maeve asked, her voice a little shaky. His intense stare wasn't helping her nerves.

looked like a polished businessman. The next, he seemed like something straight out of a nightmare-like a demon who'd survived

leather seat, his frown deepening. "You didn't even check whose car it was before hopping in? Are you always this reckless? Seriously careless." Maeve blinked, stunned by his tone. 'What is his deal?' She had made a mistake, sure, but it wasn't

familiar about his tone, though she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. Still, his reaction seemed

plane and wasn't thinking straight," Maeve stammered, grabbing

voice sharp and laced with

genuinely confused. "I was in there for less than a minute.

GU

her for a beat, then waved

Maeve muttered, practically running

across the parking lot, she realized she'd forgotten her suitcase. Groaning, she turned around and hurried back to retrieve it, avoiding

shook his head and

in the VIP suite was heavy. Jason

Maeve arrived. Will spotted her first, his face lighting

back!" he exclaimed, throwing his

him tightly and

acupuncture. But-" His voice

turned from the window, and the coldness in his expression softened, replaced by the

completely drained. His clothes were the same as yesterday's, with creases on his usually crisp collar-a clear

her hold on Will. "I'm

team finalized a treatment plan. As long as we stay on top of the follow-up care,

survive, but the recovery process

and grab you some clothes and toiletries," Maeve offered. "Is

at his phone before replying. "If it's not too much trouble,

file, got it," Maeve