The Heir's Secret Bride

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The phone on the table suddenly rang. Byron glanced at the caller's name and pursed his thin lips. "Hello?"

"Byron, bring Will over for a meal this weekend. It's been so long since you brought him here." Jason's firm voice sounded.

Byron said calmly, "If it's just for a meal, I'll bring him there when I have time."

Jason felt something was wrong and asked, "Why? Are you afraid that I'll bite him? He's my grandson! Why do you think I have the heart to harm him?"

"I'm not even thinking that far, why do you have to emphasize it Byron was frustrated.

Jason snorted. "Then you have no problem, right? Then, bring him over."

After hanging up. Byron rubbed his temples and was deep in his thoughts.

At Dreamscape Studio, Maeve would never think that her clients would cancel her orders. She was told that her clients had found a better offer. This made her anxious and angry. She wanted to find the person or group who had stolen her clients. Two days later, Betty told Maeve that the McDaniel Group had been sabotaging her business. The company listed her clients. and met them in person, offering a better deal. That was why her clients went back on their word at the last minute and avoided her. In Kleymond, the McDaniel Family was sitting firmly at the top of the pyramid. They were highly influential, and no one dared to offend them. With the McDaniel Family's blatant suppression, it would be a difficult task for Dreamscape Studio to thrive. Maeve was furious. After the divorce, they agreed they would at least leave each other with the last bit of dignity. At first, she felt Byron would go against his words. But out of her understanding of him, she did not jump to conclusions. But she had forgotten that four years could change a person.

*Thank you for telling me this, Betty. I'll treat you to a meal another day when you're free. Maeve hung up the phone, picked up her bag, and headed out.

Half an hour later, she walked into The McDaniel Group's headquarters and explained her intentions to the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, Miss. You have to make an appointment to see Mr. McDaniel. You can't go up without an appointment," the receptionist rejected politely. "Then I'll have to trouble you to make an appointment for me now. Maeve suppressed her anger.

The receptionist suddenly raised her brow in surprise and greeted, "Welcome, Mr. Bax

Archer nodded. Then, he was very surprised to see Maeve. "Ms. Reese, are you here to look for Mr. McDaniel?" He felt something was off

"Yes. Archer, can I trouble you to bring me up?" Maeve asked. "There's something serious I need to talk with him."

Archer hesitated for a moment. Logically speaking, he should not have decided on his own. However, when he thought of the banquet where Byron went to the changing room and came out with a bite mark on his lower lip, he guessed something must have happened. Additionally, Maeve was also upstairs at that time. So, it was obvious who did it.

After weighing the pros and cons, Archer brought Maeve to the top floor. He wanted her to wait while he went to report. However, Maeve walked straight to Byron's room and pushed the door open. She was about to flare up when she saw the scene before her. 1/3

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Byron was sitting behind a marble desk with a sweet and playful young woman beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and acted intimately, Seeing Lynn pouting slightly, it was not difficult to guess what the two of them were doing just now. Maeve sneered in her heart. He had caused her studio to be in such a state, yet he was messing around with a skank in his office. Bastard!"

Seeing Maeve was coming, Byron frowned slightly. He quietly swept Lynn's hand away and asked, "What are you doing here!"

"What am I doing?" Maeve scoffed. "After the shameless thing you've done, you should've seen this coming. Why do you have to play stupid and ask why I'm here?" "Seriously, why do you barge into my office and provoke me for no reason? Maeve, haven't you had enough?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Haven't I had enough? I should be the one asking that. Byron, I thought you were a gentleman. But I didn't expect you to be a despicable person!" Maeve was so angry that her face turned dark red. She was frustrated that Byron would play dumb even after she exposed his dirty work

"Ms. Reese, please calm down," Lynn advised gently. "You can't solve this problem by barging in and yelling. Don't you think you're being impulsive right now?" It was her way of telling Maeve she was uncivilized. She wanted to embarrass her in front of Byron. Maeve's lips twitched. I'm sorry, but who the hell gave you the right to talk?"

Lynn looked at Byron pitifully. "Byron, I was just trying to ease the tension. Why does she have to speak that way? I have good intentions."

Maeve was speechless. 'My goodness, she's such a slut!'

"Maeve, you need to watch your words," Byron warned coldly. "Who gave you the guts to point at my face and yell at me?"

Seeing he was defending Lynn, Maeve sneered. "After what you did, you're lucky I didn't throw hands at you! We've cleared our grudges four years ago. Neither of us owes the other anything. So, what right do you have to destroy the studio that I worked so hard to build? If you're not satisfied with our closure, say it. Don't you think it's embarrassing to use such lousy methods?"

'Nobody owes anyone anything?"

Recalling how stubborn and determined she was when she refused to keep the child, Byron's face turned stiff. "Do you think

we're even? Dream on."

Lynn's eyes widened in surprise. Meanwhile, Maeve thought Byron had admitted and was disappointed. She looked at Lynn, standing beside him, and felt ironic.

Then, Maeve suddenly realized something and looked at Lynn once more. She stood sideways, and the way she lowered her head and smiled was somewhat similar to her. Maeve's body stiffened. She felt ridiculous thinking of what she did for him back then. This realization hit her like a garbage truck. Her healed scar was torn open again, and in an instant, blood flowed.

Byron never treated her as someone special. Maeve was just another of Byron's playthings. This was also the reason why he was so cruel to her at that moment.

"Byron, knowing you will be my biggest regret,' Maeve said coldly. She hid the self-mockery in her eyes and turned to leave. Meanwhile, Byron sat with a cold expression, indifferent to her words.

"Byron, it seems Ms. Reese has a bad temper. I was scared of her Lynn said. "I think a girl should be more refined. How can she yell at people for no reason? Don't you think the same thing? Moments later. Byron looked up. "Is that so? I don't feel anything

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Lynn bit her lip. "Aren't you angry that she yelled at you? And by the way, why are you so fierce when I wanted to help you wipe your clothes just now?"

Before Maeve came in, Lynn accidentally splashed coffee on Byron's shirt. She wanted to help him clean, but he pushed her away and even gave her a cold face for the first time. She had always been pampered and could not tolerate rejection. "You can't even pour a coffee. Don't do it next time." Byron did not answer her question. Instead, he said. "This is a company, a place to wor