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.

Maeve glanced at the bottle in her hand and couldn't help

to come across a person who was both rich

packed up her easel, returned to her cozy

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

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

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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 do the rest

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

"Wherever you are, Stay safe" Maeve froze her hand midway

those words were probably a message from

he had stirred up a buzz through the giveaways, hoping to catch

end, those words would inevitably find their

down carefully, grabbed the umbrella leaning against the table, and made her

the air. The sound of tables

case! He doesn't have time to testify for you. Get out!" The guesthouse owner, Esme's angry voice filtered through the

there any room available? It's raining outside." Esme's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "No, we're fully booked!

the room was palpable, and just as voices threatened to rise further, Maeve placed her dripping umbrella by the door and stepped

on here, Esme?" she asked,

demeanor 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 was just about to send someone to bring you an

yet refined, a fine shirt and tailored black pants, while his demeanor carried an air of quiet distinction

was him, the kind stranger from

her surprise evident. "The payment you gave was way more than the sketch

gave a slight nod. "You deserved it. No need to

familiarity with him, leaned in. "Ms. Reese, are you two friends? If

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

so much