The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 548

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"Alright." Maeve quickly set up the drawing board and glanced at the man. "Feel free to pose however you like. I'll start sketching now."

The man nodded but didn't change his posture. He sat upright, polite, and composed, like a university professor or a high-ranking lawyer, his presence exuding a solemnity that made it difficult to look directly at him. Maeve sized him up momentarily, mentally framing the composition before she began to draw.

She had been making money from her art recently, not for her skill, but for speed.

While others took at least thirty minutes for a single piece, she could finish one in just fifteen. Those who paid her were always satisfied.

If anyone who knew Maeve found out she'd ditched her design career to perform on the streets, they'd be baffled, to say the least.

"Done!" Maeve handed the sketch to him with a smile. "Take a look and let me know if anything needs tweaking."

The man took the drawing and studied it, his gaze meeting the reflection of himself on the paper. He was surprised.

The strokes were soft yet powerful. The interplay of light and shadow was expertly done, and the details of his facial features were so lifelike it almost felt like a breeze was rippling across the water in the painting.

A person's character could be seen in their work. Only someone as gentle as Maeve could capture these subtle beauties and infuse them into her art.

"You're very talented. I really like it," the man said, his pale lips curling into an uncharacteristically rare smile. Then, his tone shifted. "Could I ask you a favor? There's a small shop nearby. Could you buy me a bottle of water?" Maeve was puzzled and pondered, 'Why doesn't he go himself?' But she didn't ask. Maybe there was a reason. She took the money he handed her and asked him to keep an eye on the easel while she went.

By the time she returned with the water, the easel was abandoned. There was no sign of him.

Instead, Maeve noticed something under her drawing paper.

It was a stack of money.

The paper had two bold characters scrawled on it: For your

talent.

her hand and couldn't help but think that the water was probably

rare to come across a person

it a day. She packed up her easel, returned to her cozy Airbnb, and headed to

lit up with the smooth sounds of Louis Armstrong's What

her, paired with a slice of cake. As the soulful jazz wove itself into the cool evening breeze drifting in through the window, Maeve let herself melt into the moment, setting aside the worries she wasn't ready to face. As dusk settled, the rain began to fall, gently tapping against the window.

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Mcdaniel Group. Are those two companies planning some kind of partnership?" "If

Weird as hell. 'Wherever you are, Stay safe? What's that even supposed to mean?" "Who cares? I've reposted every single one.

mention of "Wherever you are, Stay safe" Maeve froze her hand midway to her coffee cup. The sweet aftertaste lingering in her

wasn't mistaken, those words were probably a message from

stirred up a buzz through the giveaways, hoping to

words would inevitably find their way to

and made her way downstairs. Stepping out, she

returned to the guesthouse, there was tension in the air. The sound of tables and chairs scraping against the floor rang in her

son has nothing to do with this case! He doesn't have time to testify for you. Get out!" The guesthouse owner, Esme's angry voice

outside."

tension in the room was palpable, and just as voices threatened to rise further, Maeve

she asked, glancing between the

a bright, almost exaggerated smile. "Oh, Maeve! You're back! I saw the rain earlier and was just about to send someone to bring you an umbrella, but I got

black pants, while his demeanor carried an air of quiet distinction

thought, 'It was him, the kind stranger from earlier that

"The payment you gave was way more than

a slight nod. "You deserved it. No

in. "Ms. Reese, are you two friends? If he's with you,

hesitated briefly before nodding. "Yes, we've met. Thank

to thank me," Esme said warmly. "I owe you so much already. That medicine you gave