The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 481

Maeve's expression darkened./"Is this what Mr. Mcdaniel wants?"

"Yes," Molly looked at her without giving in. "Please make an appointment before coming."

Maeve looked past Molly to the closed door of Byron's office. Her lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

I have sent him a message saying I am coming over, thought Maeve. If he does not want me to come, he can reply to me.

What does he mean by asking Molly to stop me? Does he not know I mind what happened between him and Molly, his first love? No, he knew

It was precisely because he knew but still did it that Maeve couldn't accept it.

Maeve's jealousy and grievance that came to an abrupt end yesterday had reached its peak at that moment. Maeve did not want to stay there to see Molly's expression. She grabbed her handbag and turned to leave.

She walked to the elevator angrily and accidentally bumped into a cold and hard human wall.

"What's wrong?" Byron's cold voice sound from above her head. "You're also walking so recklessly."

Maeve looked up in surprise. "You weren't in your office just now?

"No" Byron's expression was indifferent. "What's the matter?"

He did not mention he had rushed back after receiving her message at the inspection site.

free now?" Maeve was taken aback by his attitude and pursed her red lips. "I need to talk to you. Are you

Byron stared at her quietly for a few seconds. Then, he nodded calmly and led the way to his office.

Maybe it was because he had developed a habit of holding her hand recently, Maeve subconsciously reached out to his hand but realized he had walked far away, leaving her feeling hollow inside. 'Have I been subconsciously influenced by him?' thought Maybe.

Molly was still standing there. Maeve glanced at her without stopping when she passed by her.

Molly bit her lower lip, feeling a little indignant.

'I had almost succeeded. Would Maeve complain to Mr. Mcdaniel?' thought Molly.

Sitting casually on the sofa, Byron flipped through the documents in his hand without even looking up. His face as cold as if was talking to a subordinate at the company, "What's up?" Maeve didn't know where to start.

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spoiled by him recently. She could

glanced at

you want. It doesn't matter if you burn it. You can do whatever you want." "What do you

night. I'm not crying because I still have feelings for my

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like, How can I still have feelings

this point, Maeve lowered her voice.

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His well-defined fingers pinched the edge of the paper, giving it a sharp sense of

at Maeve expressionlessly. "Prove it to

"What?" Maeve was confused.

Byron's thin lips curled

a loss for words and didn't know

I don't even remember what he looks like or where he is now. Where am

Maeve hesitated. "Such matter...isn't it the matter

it? Then how do you expect

tears and sleep talk I saw with my eyes reflected what she was really thinking. There is no doubt she has that man in

believe a single word

a little arrogant. She felt helpless and

negotiations, you should show your sincerity by offering equivalent value chips, which will facilitate subsequent progress," Byron said indifferently. "I can't see your sincerity." "But I'm not one of those people you meet in business." Maeve refuted, holding back her urge to

room froze for

and looked at her coldly. "If I used the same standard on you, you couldn't

and you want me to believe your explanation. Am

recently, so nice that she's started to believe I'm

not fooling you. It's you who don't

if you want me to believe you."

the cover lay quietly

reminded Maeve of

way I'm trying to explain myself to Byron is as ridiculous as the notebook. He doesn't believe a word I say, so it's useless no matter how I explain it. Anything said by someone who doesn't trust me

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