The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter At 63 trace of confusion appeared in Maeve's eyes. She did not know if she should believe Valda's words and was silent for a long time. The next moment, a message of a transfer appeared on her phone. Valda said. "When our family owed money in the past, your father and I were under a lot of mental pressure and always asked you to help us. We felt very guilty too. I know you won't forgive us. Take this money. You need it since you're living outside. Take good care of suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Her guilt surged. She thought perhaps she was wrong before. "Mom" yourself" I still have to cook for your father. He has been working overtevery day lately and it has been tough for him." Valda said gently. "If you're free, cback. Bring your husband too." Hearing this. Maeve finally believed that her parents might have let go of her marriage to someone else. Otherwise, Valda wouldn't have said this.

Maeve said in a low voice, "Got it. You and Dad take care too." "Okay, Valda hung up.

Maeve sat in her seat, feeling mixed emotions.

In the evening. Maeve stayed in the company for half an hour more. She tidied up the sample clothes in the stubefore leaving A champagne-colored Bentley stopped not far from her at the entrance of the company. The back window rolled down.

"Ms. Reese, get in the car." Alexis, who was wearing a long purple dress, sat in the car and looked at Maeve coldly.

Maeve braced herself and got into the car. She wondered what was going on. Not only did Karen and Alexis clooking for her, but Alexis also chose to appear at the entrance of the company. When Maeve sat in the car, Alexis asked, "I heard my son is married. You're his maid. You should know who his wife is. right?" Maeve was silent. Byron had I casually said that she was a maid and ended up causing her a lot of trouble. She sighed inwardly. "If you want to know, wouldn't it be better to ask Mr. Mcdaniel?" They shouldn't make things difficult for her. "Are you also so perfunctory with Karen?" Alexis glanced at Maeve. I'm Byron's mother, I have the right to know, and I'll meet her sooner or later. I cto ask you just to prepare in advance." Maeve thought for a few seconds. What Alexis said made sense. Instead of lying now and feeling awkward when she was eventually exposed, she might as well confess sthings she could tell Alexis.

"Well, her father is the department head of a listed company, her mother is a housewife, and she has a younger brother in high school," Maeve said. Alexis frowned, "What about her? What does she do?" Maeve answered frankly, "There's nothing special about her. She usually likes to grow vegetables and draw. She's a designer" it.

Alexis stopped talking. Her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction. As the matriarch of the Mcdaniel family, she had always been polite and rarely revealed her emotions to outsiders. However, she was so dissatisfied with Byron's so-called new wife that she did not even hide 08:21 Fri, Oct 18 Chapter 63 68% 1/3 Alexis simply didn't like it-twould be fine if their family backgrounds were not compatible, but the woman was just a small designer. Such a wife would be of no help to her son's career and life.

Maeve was not surprised to see Alexis's displeasure. Her family background could not be more ordinary. If Alexis had to view her based on her background, she had nothing to say.

The car reached the intersection beside the apartment at spoint in time. Maeve immediately told the driver to stop. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Alexis nodded, then handed Maeve a pile of high-quality gift boirs. "I got these for Byron. Helphand them to him.' At the mention of Byron, Alexis's tone softened. "He might not want to accept my gifts, so don't tell him I gave it to him, in case he's unhappy" She seemed more sincerely concerned about her son than Maeve had felt last time. Although Maeve did not know why Alexis changed, she hesitated for a moment before agreeing. TII hand them to him for you.

Maeve got out of the car and watched as Alexis's car drove away. Then, she walked toward the apartment. Alexis looked at Maeve's departing figure and frowned. She remembered Maeve was also working at a design company and seemed to be a designer too. She had the sprofession as Byron's wife.

A A thought struck Alexis. Then she shook her head, thinking, 'No way. Byron wouldn't marry a maid. At the very least, he would not marry a maid working for him! She was certain of this It was probably a coincidence.

When Maeve entered the courtyard, she saw Byron standing in front of a silver car. He braced his hand on the roof of the car as he scrutinized it.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, why are you off work so early today?" Maeve walked over and looked at the car curiously. "Is this your new car?" Byron nodded. This was the most ordinary and cheapest car in his garage. He remembered he had bought it when he first entered university. The car had been forgotten in the corner for a long time. If he kept driving the Maybach, it would arouse her suspicion sooner or later. Hence, he decided to let the car return to the light of day. "Why did you suddenly t think of buying a car?" Maeve sat in the front passenger seat and felt around. Her eyes curved. "It feels much more comfortable than your boss' Maybach." Byron glanced at her. "Seriously? Aren't your standards low?" That Maybach was one of his favorite cars. It was a limited edition model that was worth over 20 million dollars.

However, in Maeve, that car was inferior is thus do, but Beney that cast tens of thousands of what is wrinkled her nose. "The Maybach is good, but it's too good. It seems unreal. I prefer what is feal and can be touched." Byron narrowed his eyes slightly. Maeve seemed to have said before that it was fortunate that he was only a driver. He wondered if she really did not care about his identity.

"By the way, Mr. Mcdaniel, I want to discuss something with your Maeve turned from the front passenger seat. She placed her legs outside the car and looked at Byron with bright eyes. lowered his eyes and met her eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed. "What?"