The Heir's Secret Bride

"Ms. Reese, what should we do now?" the remaining people asked nervously.

Will we face unemployment as soon as we've just started working?' they thought.

Maeve composed herself and said, "Everyone, just work as usual Dreamscape doesn't only provide tailor-made service. There's still a long way to go. Treat this matter as a test. Let's work hard with Dreamscape."

Over the past few years, she had been through so much and had nothing else but resilience and emotional strength. Seeing her so composed reassuring others, they no longer felt anxious.

Maeve returned to her office and continued to make calls. After making numerous calls, she managed to gather some information.

These clients retracted their orders because they heard about the grudge between her and the Mcdaniel family four years ago. They might be targeted if they were close to the people who had offended the Mcdaniel family. This circle was

that realistic, but Maeve wondered who had spread the news that was four years ago.

is just th

Maeve pursed her lips and pondered. 'Could it be Byron? Only he hates me so much to the point my existence is intolerable. However, he saved me beside the hot spring that night. He could have just ignored me as I was merely an utterly insignificant ex-wife, after all. However, he didn't. Why is that so

Magre rubbed her temples and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. "Ms. Reese. Alex walked in with a warm smile T heard your studio has just launched, so I came to give you a gift"

"Alex, why are you here?" Maeve asked with a smile as she stood up. "Bringing a gift? A flower basket or fruits? I won't stand on ceremony-arith you."

Alex smiled and placed a contract in front of her. The collaboration of Eternal Hope's latest summer collection. How about this gift?*

Maeve's eyes were filled with surprise. "Are you kidding me? Dreamscape is not well-known now. Collaborating with us is just like doing charity work."

"I'm not looking at fame but focusing on Dreamscape's potential and talent, Alex said warmly. "Though it may not be well-known now, true talent and value will eventually be recognized. I'm counting on this foresight to invest ahead of others. Will you let me down?" Maeve could not say no. This contract was just right for her to resolve her urgent needs. However, she did not want to take advantage of Alex.

"Alex, can you give me for two weeks?" Maeve thought for a moment and said, "Just two weeks. You can take back his contract if Dreamscape fails to penetrate into Kleymond. But if I succeed, we'll sign the contract." This gave Alex a way out, and a chance for her to prove herself.

Alex looked at the seriousness in her eyes, and his heart felt a tickling sensation making him restless. He sighed softly. "You're still the same, you've never changed."

You continuously captivate my gaze every moment. How could let go? Alex sighed deep down.

Maeve did not perceive the underlying meaning in his words and smiled sweetly. "You, too. I'm glad to see you all again,"

A thought suddenly crossed Alex's mind, "Do you... have a boyfriend now?"

"No." Maeve shook her head, and her gaze was gentle for a moment. "But I have a sonMaterial © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Alex's mind fluctuated with emotions, becoming much more complicated after hearing this, but at the same time, he let out a sigh of relief. As long as she's still single, nothing else matters

How to win Dreamscape's first battle became the question that heve had been thinking about all day. She was famous internationally, but compared to offending the Mcdaniel family others would rather offend her. Unless a few representative noble ladies in the upper-class circle were willing to wear Dreamscape's dresses when attending some parties.

At the monthly charity gala. Maeve wandered around the banquet hall with a wine glass in hand. With her impressive background and eloquence, she managed to convince several noble ladies to try the dresses.

After scheduling the appointments, just as she was about to leave, a glass of red wine was suddenly splashed toward her. Maeve instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Red wine trickled down her chest to the hem of her dress, leaving a large stain on the pristine silver starry gown, rendering it ruined. Maeve's gaze turned cold as she looked at the noble lady who had intentionally spilled the wine.

"Oh dear, my hand shipped, the noble lady said, brushing her hair which was adorned with pearls and jewels. Her figure also exuded wealth with every step causing her to sway slightly.

She approached Maeve, giving her a disdainful once-over. There are actually people like you who don't know your identities desperately and relentlessly trying to force your way into high, trying to solicit customers here. You're really lowering the standard of this gala!" When the surrounding guests heard this, they looked at Maeve with undisguised mockery and contempt.

You came to such a place to solicit clients? Are you crazy? You're pretty enough; why not just hook a trust fund baby instead?' they wondered.

Maeve could tell the noble lady had deliberately said this to mislead others. Her eyes were cold when she said, "Madam, please show respect. I only invited a few ladies to view the gown How did it become soliciting?"

"Really? So you're a designer?" The noble lady feigned surprise. Is the threshold for becoming a designer really that low nowadays? Anyone can be a designer now? Those ladies don't mind tarnishing their tastes by associating with you?"

The expressions of the several noble ladies who had just agreed to view the gowns turned ugly. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, being publicly humiliated like this caused them to lose the goodwill they initially had for Marve "Who said I wanted to go with you to view the gown? You misunderstood, didn't you?"

"That's right. I only said I would consider it; I didn't promise you Don't flatter yourself."

"It's not that everyone is worthy of our consideration."

They all spoke up to keep a distance from Maeve, and that noble lady became even more arrogant.

"Did you hear that? Why don't you take a look at your status? Is this where you come from? Get lost and go back to where you are. You're not worthy!"

"Slap Maeve raised her hand and slapped the noble lady on the face. The noble lady's head tilted to the left, momentarily stunned, while the other guests looked on in disbelief.

"You dare to hit me? The noble lady's voice was sharp, trembling with anger. "You filthy thing actually hit me? Don't think you can act so lowly just because you're a royal family's designer."

"I advise you to keep your mouth shut." A cold female voice came from the side. The crowd made way for Mrs. Betty

.

Chatterly, wearing a pearl-white tight-fitting dress.

Maeve's eyes were filled with surprise as he watched Mrs. Betty Chatterly walk to her side. She held her shawl and said coldly to the noble lady, "You only know that she's the designer of the royal family of Erancia. Why don't you investigate it yourself? She's also a student personally acknowledged by the queen, who can be on the same level as the prince and princess.

"Scolding her is insulting the queen and slapping the entire Erancia royal family in the face."

At this point, Mrs. Betty Chatterly looked at the noble lady's pale face and raised her chin proudly. "You, can you afford to do