The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 94 Bonnie could guess from Maeve's expression that something must have happened just now.

Recalling her previous probing, she suggested hesitantly, "Maeve, it's better if you don't bectoo emotionally invested in him. I don't think he's right for you." "Huh?" Maeve said, snapping out of her thoughts. Her eyes were filled with puzzlement. "Why did you suddenly say that?" Bonnie looked at her and sighed. "You don't get it." She thought, 'No husband won't be jealous and not care if his wife goes out with many other men. Mr. Mcdaniel clearly doesn't care about Maeve. I'm worried that with Maeve's gentle nature, she might get hurt. Let's go shopping." Maeve wanted to laugh when she saw her melancholic look. She pulled her toward the elevator. 'As for Byron... I don't Alright. Stop sign't care where he goes,' she thought. 'After all, I don't want to see him right now.

Bonnie suddenly stopped in her tracks. "By the way, Maeve, it just occurred tothat the surn'Mcdaniel' isn't very common. The only one I know is Mcdaniel Group. Could it be that your husband is from the Mcdaniel family?" "No way," Maeve found it amusing and annoying. "He's just a driver. His parents might be relatively well-off, but they definitely can't compare to a huge aristocratic family who owns Mcdaniel Group." "It's such a rare family name. Won't you dwell on it?" Bonnie touched her chin. "Maybe your husband is the impressive scion of the Mcdaniel family." Maeve burst out laughing at Bonnie's guess. "You're overthinking things. The world is huge. What's the big deal if people coincidentally have the ssurname? It would only be considered strange if both the first nand the surnmatched, right?" Bonnie recalled. 1 Daven "I haven't interacted with members of the Mcdaniel family before. I've only heard many things from my elders. If we're talking about the nof the scion... everyone in the circle calls him Great Demon King and rarely uses his ndirectly. I heard his nis Brycen or or Bryan? They do not at all connect to the nByron.' Maeve thought, "Bryce"." She thought for a moment before saying, "I think Mr. Mcdaniel is definitely not the sperson as that scion. Let's not talk about anything else. Do you think the scion of the Mcdaniel family, who is someone with such a high social standing, would be someone's driver?" As soon as this hypothesis was made, Bonnie shook her head frantically. "Unless he's gone crazy." Maeve laughed. "Exactly. Mr. Mcdaniel is just an ordinary driver, living in a small apartment and working hard every day to make a living... He doesn't have to be a scion. He's great just as he is." "Oh my... y..." Bonnie was jealous. She winked at her. "Maeve, look at yourself all smitten. How can you say you're not in love with him?" Maeve's ears flushed, and she immediately retorted, "I'm just being fair." "That's not convincing." They laughed and joked for a while. Soon, they forgot about this little episode.

Chapter 94 At around seven o'clock in the evening, Maeve and Bonnie's plan to go karaoke was called off. They hurried back to the apartment.

She ran to the balcony and noticed that her lettuce had been stepped on by something. There was even a trail of small footprints on the soil.

Maeve frowned, turned to Byron, who was sitting in the living room and watching a tablet. "Mr. Mcdaniel, did rats enter the house?" she asked.

As soon as she received Byron's message, she rushed back, fearing that the vegetables might suffer even more than last tif she was any later. Fortunately, only slettuce was harmed. The other vegetables were fine.

But her heart still ached.

"Maybe," Byron said without changing his expression. "The house is old, so it's normal." Maeve picked up a small shovel and patted the soil around the lettuce to make it solid while muttering, "Damn rats, I'll buy spoison tomorrow and get rid of you." Hearing Maeve's disgruntled muttering, Byron's thin lips curled up as he gently pressed with his fingertip.

On the tablet in front of him, Ray sent him a message. [What did you do to my hamster son? My maid said it was covered in soil when it was returned. Did you toss it onto the ground to roll around?] Byron: [Just letting it experience shardship in its life.] Ray: [What?] He thought, 'My precious son only needs a comfortable life.' Maeve did not know about the conversation between the two. She zoomed out as she patted the soil. Bonnie's words suddenly cto her mind.

'If he is the scion of the Mcdaniel family, there's no way he would be willing to live in a small house with rats?' she thought. 'Mr. Mcdaniel is just an ordinary person and not someone of higher status.' She shook her head with a smile and tidied up the mess. She then washed her hands and intended to clean the house while it was not late yet.

up the corners of It didn't take much effort. The house was spotless, and even the dust was minimal, which left her wondering how the rats got here.

Maeve was extremely puzzled, thinking that the rats had scurried in from her neighbor's house, so she did not dwell on it. She then took her clothes and went to take a shower. Byron cast a quick glance in her direction, and his thin lips curved into a smile in a leisurely manner.

**** As the design exhibition approached, the atmosphere in the company building grew increasingly tense.

Even the designers who liked to slack off were now fully focused, not daring to hinder the progress of other people.

Other than eating and drinking, Maeve spent most of her tin the stucreating clothing.

10:00 Sun, Oct 20 Chapter 94 The most difficult part was4he crewelwork on the gowns.

This step could be omitted when making the sample garment, but not now.

92% Sh She spent most of her ton this. Every tshe finished embroidering a portion, her vision nearly becunclear when she looked up at other things. rushed to O complete tasks. Soon, it was a week before the exhibition.

After handing in the finished garments, Maeve could finally breathe a sigh of relief and rest for a few days.

On the night before the exhibition started, the gowns would be returned to the designer to be personally kept and brought to the exhibition on the actual day of the event.

It seemed that the rule was established to prevent loss after a previous incident whekea designer's garments disappeared from the company storage room, causing a major fuss. Maeve went to the pantry to get a glass of water and took out her phone to reply to messages.

Bonnie: [Maeve, are you free this afternoon? My friend is holding a coffee party and insisted I attend. If I go by myself, I won't have much in common to talk about with those people. Cwith me, okay? I want to introduce you to a new friend who gets along quite well with me. Maeve chuckled as she replied. [Your request cat the right time. I just finished my work. What tis the party?] Bonnie soon sent her the tand place. She even said she would cto pick her up.

Maeve did not let Bonnie pick her up. After work, she took a taxi to the party venue herself.

It was a villa with its own garden and fountain. Styled in modern design, it exuded luxury and elegance everywhere.

In the glass conservatory, string curtains swayed softly, and green plants surrounded it, Delicate m pastries were placed on a white round table. The fragrance of the chocolate fountain was tempting. It was like the ambiance of a classical palace in ancient times. Maeve wall walked i in, and t I the socialites sitting around the table turned to glance at her.

Though it wasn't obvious on their faces, one could tell from their frowns that they were somewhat disdainful.

Just then, Bonnie ran over and linked arms with Maeve, saying, "Maeve, you're here. Cand sit withover here." "Alright," Maeve said, smiling helplessly.

Only then did the others retract their disdainful gazes.

'Putting aside other things, this friend of Hancock Group's heiress must be someone of significance even though she is dressed unremarkably,' they thought. SEND GIFT