The Heir's Secret Bride

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Half an hour later, at First Hospital, the ground floor was filled with reporters wielding cameras to get first-hand information about the CEO of Mcdaniel Group they wished they could grow wings and fly upward to take photos secretly. Unfortunately, there were bodyguards guarding the ward on the top floor, so no one could approach, including Marve "Maeve, I'll stop them later," Bonnie said softly. "Immediately birge in and see if the person inside is your husband."

Macve nodded and said, "I'll do it as quickly as possible. If it's not him, I'll come out right away?"

"Okay."

The two of them tacitly exchanged a glance. Then, Bonnie immediately threw herself against the bodyguards, grabbing their arms in the process. "Oh. I'm dizzy," she said. "I think I'm suddenly short of blood."

The two bodyguards, whose clothes were held tightly by her as she pretended to be unwell, had no choice but to push her

away.

Maeve seized the opportunity to push open the door behind them and run into the ward.

The people standing around the bed turned their heads in unison when they heard the commotion.

At this moment, the man who was sitting on the hospital bed and tending to his wounds, suddenly came into Maeve's line of sight.

His face was slightly paler than usual. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome facial features had a piercing sense of beauty, yet he was extremely cold.

Perhaps it was because he was in a bad mood, his aura was more stern than ever. It was so oppressive that the atmosphere in the ward was tense, making people not dare to look at him directly.

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He was like a born emperor, commanding fear and respect.

This was the real Byron.

Maeve's s heart skipped a beat.

Byron naturally saw her too. He frowned, and his usually indifferent blue eyes were slightly stunned.

He thought, 'At this moment, anyone could appear in this ward, but it could never be Maeve

At the side, Karen looked quite grim when she saw this situation

She thought, "Who told Maeve about this? If she knows Byron's true identity, won't she cling to him and refuse to divorce in the future?

"Miss, please get out immediately. Just then, the bodyguards outside the ward came in, grabbed Maeve's arm, and explained to Byron, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mcdaniel. This person suddenly barged in. We don't know what she wants to do- "Let her go, Byron ordered coldly. "Get out."

The bodyguards glanced at Maeve in surprise and left respectfully.

Maeve lowered her gaze when she saw this situation, but she still looked at the man on the bed, refusing to give up

up until she

questioned him. "Mr. Medangell, I heard that you're the CEO of Medaniel Group," she said. "Is that true?"

At the side, Karen rolled her eyes and mocked, "You've gone so far as to come here. Why are you still pretending to he clueless? Don't you hnd it hypocritical?"

Clenching her fists. Maeve ignored Karen and continued to look at Byron without moving

Byron looked straight into her eyes indifferently. "Yes, so what?"

Maeve

last trace of hope was completely extinguished,

did you lie to me then and say you're a driver?" she asked with difficulty, her voice trembling.

Byron's

driver.

Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he replied, enunciating each word as he said, "I don't think I've ever said that I'm a

Maeve shuddered, thinking, 'He's right. He never says he is a driver. When I first asked him what he did for a living, he simply said drive, so I assumed he was a driver. Little did I know, there is a difference between driving a taxi and a Maybach. I had my doubts before, but I trusted him too much and didn't look into it further. Byron looked at her gradually pale face. After a brief moment of silence, he said in a serious voice, "Maeve, this matter..."

Before h

finished talking. Maeve had snapped out of her thoughts. She then left the ward without hesitation,

Byron 1 frowned slowly, his expression growing intensely cold.

Byron, how could she think that you're just a driver?" Karen deliberately said. "She's so close to the heiress of Hancock Group. There's no way she hasn't heard of your name, right? And now she's acting like...

Byron's cold and and stern gaze swept over her. "Have you had enough of talking? Everyone, please get out."

Karen was momentarily speechless. She stomped her foot in embarrassment and walked out in her high heels.

The hospital director, doctors, and nurses by the bedside exchanged glances and left the ward.

As soon as they left, Archer pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, some me

media outlet reported the news of your plane crash and emergency treatment in the hospital without verification earlier. The company's stock price has been affected. I've already contacted them to request a clarification... Archer turned on d on the television in the ward. It happened that the news that corrected the previous misinformation was being aired. Byron's was cold. "Where's the news report that made the reporting error?"

Archer impression handed over a tablet, which had the screen recording he had previously made.

After watching it, Byron's demeanor turned ice-cold.

He thought, 'No wonder Maeve suddenly barged into this ward and asked if I'm the CEO of Mcdaniel Group! "Contact the legal team and sue this media outlet."

"Got it"

When Maeve came out of the ward, Bonnie immediately went forward and asked, "Maeve, did you see him? Is he in there?" Mon,

Maeve nodded with difficulty. Her eyes gradually became despondent.

"Marve, are you alright?" Bonnie looked at her worriedly.

Tin fine." Maeve's face was deathly pale, completely lacking the usual flush. "I'm fine."

She thought, I just don't understand. The man who discussed how to save on utilities with me in the apartment a few days ago, who talked about decorating for Christmas and promised to bring me a gift and give me the answer when he returned from his business trip... How on earth could he be the CEO of Medaniel Group, someone I could never have an interaction with? I can be affectionate with Mr. Mcdaniel by the Christmas tree and ask him for an explanation, but I can't have a romantic relationship with the CEO of Mcdaniel Group. I don't have the courage. We are from entirely different worlds.

Maeve suddenly recalled the figure surrounded by many people whom she saw on the night of the exhibition.

She thought, I thought I was mistaken back then. Now that I think about it carefully, it should be him.

After leaving the hospital, Maeve asked Bonnie to send her back to her apartment.

"Bonnie, have a seat for a while. I'll pack my things." With that said, Maeve went into the bedroom.

Bonnie walked around the living room and gasped when she saw the crystal star at the top of the silver Christmas tree.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Maeve! The

Mae The topaz on

on your Christmas tree is the one that was auctioned off for 10 million dollars at Pressie Auction, right?" Bonnie walked into the guest bedroom. "Was it bought by your Inas... Mr. Mcdaniel?"

Maere's eyelashes fluttered.

She thought, "Last night, I merely found the crystal very beautiful and thought that it's fake, not giving it much thought. I think I even mentioned to Byron that it was so heavy it bent the branches of the tree. She could not help but laugh, a hint of moisture appearing at the corners of her eyes. She wiped it off casually and said to Bonnie, "I'm not sure. It's not mine."

I see. But this place is really small. Mr. Mcdaniel is too stingy. He can't even bear to let you live in a big house."

Bonnie was a little indignant. With that said, something occurred to her. "Oh right, he's been pretending to be a driver to your face. Being a s******m is indeed how men roll."

She thought, 'He's clearly filthy rich, yet he pretended to be a driver to Maeve's face. He's either trying to fool her to sleep with her or get her love. Bah!'