The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 548

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.

it payment for the drawing, or for the water? Maeve glanced at the bottle in her

across a person who was

with a decent tip and three paintings sold, Maeve decided to call it a day. She packed up her easel, returned to her cozy

Armstrong's What a Wonderful

itself into the cool evening breeze drifting in through the window, Maeve let

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Corp handed over their nearly-secured project to the Mcdaniel Group. Are those two companies planning some kind of partnership?" "If those two giants team up, what chance

you are, Stay safe? What's that even supposed to mean?"

you are, Stay safe" Maeve froze her hand midway to her coffee cup. The sweet aftertaste

mistaken, those words were probably a message from Byron, spoken from

up a buzz through the giveaways, hoping to

the end, those words would inevitably find their way to

and made her way downstairs. Stepping out, she opened the umbrella and disappeared into the misty

the air. The sound of tables and

nothing to do with this case! He doesn't have time to testify

time to hear a familiar voice. "Is there any room available? It's raining outside." Esme's eyes narrowed

just as voices threatened to rise further, Maeve placed her dripping umbrella by the

here, Esme?" she asked,

shifted in an instant when she saw Maeve. Her scowl transformed into a bright, almost exaggerated smile. "Oh, Maeve! You're back! I saw the rain earlier and

shirt and tailored black pants, while his demeanor carried an

him, the

gave was way more than the sketch was worth. And thank you for the water, by

"You deserved it. No need to

you two friends? If he's

"Yes, we've met.

"I owe you so much already. That medicine you gave