The Heir's Secret Bride

With no change in his expression, Will deleted Theo from his friends list in the game and instructed the driver, "Let's go

home."

"Alright, Mr. Mcdaniel." The driver responded.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At the fashion show, Maeve sat in the middle, as the judge with the most weighted votes, and chatted casually with the other judges The others did not look down on her just because she was young, either.

A woman who could be chosen as the chief designer of the royal family at this age was definitely not to be underestimated.

After the show ended, Maeve was immediately surrounded by a group of beautiful girls,

"Ms. MR, I really like your designs, especially the celebratory dress you designed for the queen. I can only dream of having

it

"Me too, me too! Our school's design teacher even used this as an example in our lecture. He said that you're a rare designer and asked us to learn from you." talented

"Have you considered taking on private orders in the future? I have a red carpet to walk next month, and I want to ask you for help.

"Me, me, me! I also have an award ceremony to attend."

Maeve had a faint smile on his face. "I don't have such plans at the moment. If I do, I'll inform everyone. Thank you liking my work."

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Most of the geniuses in the fashion world had more personality. They were commonly known as arrogant people who looked up to everyone. Especially to those outside of the industry.

As such, the girls present couldn't resist a gentle person like Maeve.

After a while, Maeve was starting to feel suffocated by the surging wave of people around her.

What a sweet burden.

"Ms. Reese, the dinner is about to begin. Shall we go over together?" The judge who Maeve had been talking to earlier called our to her. "T

just upstairs, and isn't far."

Maeve nodded with difficulty. "Alright, I'm coming."

It was not easy

to extract herself from the crowd. Maeve's gown had even gotten a little messy and she didn't even know which overenthusiastic fan had pressed their lips to her arm, leaving a lipstick mark. As Maeve got into the elevator with the other judge, she tidied herself up.

"Ms. Reese, you're really popular. Socialites and celebrities are usually very aloof but this is the first time I've seen them so enthusiastic," the judge said with a smile.

Maeve chuckled lightly. "Maybe it's easier because we're all ladies

"By the way, another important guest is coming later. He's the organizer and investor of this fashion show. I'll introduce him to you later."

"Alright, thank you in advance," Maeve said.

The two of them walked out of the elevator and followed the water to the open-air booth.

"Ms. Reese is finally here. I thought that group of girls would not let you

"I'm a handsome man, but I'm not even as charming as Ms. Reese. I'm really ashamed."

The judges who had already taken their seats laughed and teased her lightly.

Maeve's lips curled upward into a smile. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a chill. It almost felt as if she had been targeted by a beast, and her entire body was filled with goosebumps. Maeve froze and turned to look around, but she did not find anything amiss

It was not until the judge beside her urged her to sit down that she suppressed her doubts and sat down.

"I'm sorry I'm late." A gentle and clear voice sounded out.

Maeve turned her head and happened to meet Alex's clear gaze. She was instantly stunned.

"Alex?"

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The two of them looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with surprise.

Once the meal ended, Maeve left early. Not long after, Alex followed her out.

"There were too many people just now, so there were some things I couldn't ask you," Alex looked at Maeve as he spoke. His gaze was as gentle as ever. "Maeve, how have you been these few years?" Maeve's bright eyes curved upward. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I... I've been alright," Alex said, smiling as he swallowed back the urge to tell her that he had missed her.

After leaving the hotel, they seemed to warm up to each other again.

Alex told Macve to wait while he went to get his car, offering to drive her back to the hotel.

Maeve walked to the side of the road. From the corner of her eye, she saw a low-key and luxurious black Bentley parked not far away. There was a slender and lazy figure leaning against the front of the car, the tips of his fingers red The thin smoke rising from the cigarette blurred his deep face, making him look a little unreal under the light of the street Lamps.

Through the smoke, Maeve could feel his gaze on her.

Even from a distance, the coldness in those pitch-black eyes still landed on Maeve.

The familiar coldness spread throughout her body again.

Marve once again felt rooted to the spot, and found herself unable to move.

She had never imagined that they would meet so suddenly like this.

The man seemed to have inadvertently glanced over, but he quickly retracted his gaze and slowly extinguished the cigarette

"Byron, sorry to keep you waiting!"

At this moment, a beautiful and sweet lady ran over and pounced into the man's arms.

Maeve tightened her grip on the strap of her bag and lowered his eyes. Then, she continued walking forward as if she had not seen anything.

Only Maeve knew that even her fingers were stiff.

All of a sudden, her phone rang.

Maeve opened her phone and saw that it was a distress message from Theo, [Mommy, save me! I'm on the west side of the parking lot. A bad man is chasing me!] "What?" Maeve thought.

Maeve's chest tightened. She immediately turned around and ran towards the parking lot

As her figure disappeared into the distance, Byron's thin eyelids narrowed slightly. He quietly pushed Lynn away, who was

about to lean into his arms.

In an indifferent tone, he said, "Lynn, you're not young anymore. Don't always behave like this."

"Like what?" Lynn looked at him innocently. "I'm just used to it.

"It's better not to have bad habits," Byron said.

Lynn pouted. "Anyway, I can't change. Just bear with me.

Byron's expression froze before he took his vibrating phone out of his jacket.

"What is it?" Byron answered the phone.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, I'm in the security office. I know who punctured your car tire," Archer was very nervous.

"Who was it?" Byron asked

"I... I think it was the young master... Archer had just finished speaking when he suddenly exclaimed. The surveillance video is malfunctioning!"

Byron frowned slightly. "Seriously? Are you sure it was Will?"

"The surveillance camera only captured the young master approaching your car. However, it is malfunctioning now, so I can't show it to you..." Archer was extremely stressed.

The Ing was too coincidental. It was so coincidental that even he felt like he was accusing the boy of something he didn't do

one to send a car over"

Byron said in a deep voice, "Just come back here now and get someone

"Yes, I will," Archer answered.

Lynn heard their conversation and was surprised. "Will has such a mischievous side? He's usually so quiet and obedient. But this is how boy usually is."

"It might not be Will Byron glanced at Lynn before he continued. "Even if it was him. I can let him play in the manor's garage as long as he likes"

"Byron, you're a good father, Lynn smiled sweetly. "If only I could become Will's mother. I wonder when he will be willing to accept me?"

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