The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 382

Trazir had also thought of advertising on it. The publicity effect was definitely top-notch. Everyone in Greenhaven would

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However, due to scheduling and price issues, this plan was finally abandoned.

Maeve did not know how Byron did it, but he actually made that sentence display on the Twin Towers for a full nine minutes.

Not to mention all the people of Greenhaven, at least half of them had noticed it. There would probably be other trending topics tomorrow. No, it was already on.

Several pop-up windows appeared at the top of Maeve's mobile phone, and the title was the news that Dreamscape spent a large amount of money on promoting tomorrow's debut show. This was the gift Byron had given her.

A gift that pushed the brand Dreamscape to the people of Greenhaven with the force of a tidal wave.

Maeve found it hard not to like this gift.

It was a career she cherished, and one she loved doing more than anything else in her life.

'So he understood everything. Maeve looked at the gorgeous colors and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but the Byron voice on the phone was much gentler than usual: "Yesterday, you refused to accept this gift. Today, are you willing to accept it?" It was already past midnight. It was already the next day.

"No." Maeve sniffed. She deliberately wanted to make him nervous before saying, "I forgot to record the video just now. This gift is not in my hands."

Byron

chuckled. "It's fault. I'll make it up to you tomorrow and let you take as many photos as you

my

want."

Maeve was just saying it casually. She did not expect him to be serious. She quickly stopped him. "Don't, don't, don't. Once is enough. It won't be rare if there's more."

Just calculating how much these nine minutes would cost was enough to make her heart ache.

'How was this spending money? It was clearly burning money!'

"Also, even if I accept your gift, I won't forgive you so easily," Maeve said confidently. "This kind of fancy trick is useless. against me."

"Yes." Byron was not surprised. He did not prepare these things for the forgiveness in the first place. "I just want to make you happy. Our matters can be considered separately."

He was a businessman, and he did things in a profitable manner

Only when it came to Maeve, he didn't care about these things.

Of course, that was fake.

Hunters were certainly not as gentle and harmless as they appeared to be.

What Byron was doing now was just to weave a huge net and quietly seek a greater

benefit.

'He was the most patient hunter and deserved the reward, wasn't he? Maeve thought.

The corners of Byron's lips curled up slightly. With an unfathomable meaning, he whispered, "Goodnight." 041%2

"Good night..." Maeve hung up the phone and sat in the warm bathtub. She was not hot, but her head was dizzy.

'He didn't do this to make me forgive him. Could it be that he was purely trying to please me? When did Byron become so.... romantic?'

After a while, Byron sent her a few videos.

It was a high-definition shot of the twin towers from various angles.

Maeve whimpered and the tips of her ears turned red. She almost wanted to bury her face in the water to cool down.

'Byron was a little too skillful. She was afraid she wouldn't last long.

***

Time went to the next day. The exhibition officially started in the afternoon and everything had been basically arranged. Dreamscape also had professional managers keeping an eye on it. Maeve had to check the number of costumes and the appearance list. After that, she still had time to go out for lunch with the other designers.

When she returned to the venue after eating, she happened to pass by Greenhaven High School, which was next to the restaurant. Maeve was stunned and stood there in a daze.

"I'm sorry, you guys go back first. I still have something to do." Maeve had already said this before she came back to her senses. Then, she turned around and walked towards the school gate.

The other designers looked at each other and did not probe further.

It was the weekend, so there weren't many people in school.

Now, they were not as strict as before. As long as they registered their names, they could enter the school.

The entrance was connected to a long camphor path. No one had cleaned it during the holidays. Fallen leaves were laid on a thin carpet, and it creaked when one stepped on it.

Maeve walked to the teaching building and arrived at her previous class based on her memory.

This place had been renovated and had already changed drastically.

'It may be a tradition for every school that the school starts renovation right after one graduates.

Maeve walked to the back of the classroom and looked at the display area beside the blackboard. There was a piece of paper with her name on it that had not been cleaned up.

She reached out to touch it, her eyes filled with nostalgia. 'What was wrong with me?"

It was only when she reached the school gate that she remembered that she had attended high school here.

Logically speaking, people would forget many unnecessary things in their lives, but they would definitely not forget where they went to school.

But she had forgotten.

'Perhaps there were no memories worth remembering during that period of time.'

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"No." Taylor sighed. "Her parents... Alas. I later beard that she was beaten by her parents. She had a fever and was in shock when she was taken into the ambulance. In the end, she didn't go to Kleymond University. It seems that she went to a second-rate university." The two of them walked away sighing.

After Marve came out of Greenhaven High School, she put this matter behind her.

After three and a half hours, the fashion exhibition came to a perfect end.

Maeve and the representative designer of Trazir went on stage to give speeches and after finishing the interviews with the reporters, the sun was almost setting.