The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve was stunned on the spot. "Mr. Medaniel?" She couldn't believe it.

Byron stopped in his tracks and shot Archer a look.

Archer understood and stopped the higher-ups who were about to leave the elevator. "Guys, I suddenly remembered something very important. Let's go back upstairs and discuss it The higher-ups looked at each other. Then, the elevator door slowly closed.

"Mr. Mcdaniel, why are you

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here? Maeve's eyes were filled with surprise. "And that's our company's exclusive elevator. Only

Byron frowned inwardly. He had no intention of letting Maeve know about his identity for the time being.

"Did you come with your boss?" Maeve remembered the smartly dressed business elites in the elevator and asked again.

"Yes, I'm here for work," Byron replied casually.

Maeve frowned in confusion. "You're just a driver. Why are you following your boss around? Moreover, you're dressed so..." She scrutinized Byron, causing his gaze to darken in worry. Howeyer, Maeve wasn't able to tell what was going on. She only complained, "You look like a bodyguard

No one would be worthy of him being a bodyguard to. But it was better that Maeve came to the wrong conclusion.

Byron was speechless. No one

"It's a part-time j job," Byron answered perfunctorily.

Maeve thought of t of Alexis, whom she had seen that day. She couldn't tell what brand Alexis was dressed in, but from her temperament, she didn't seem like an ordinary person.

Maeve thought Byron's family background was probably quite good. However, because Byron's parents were biased toward their adopted son, he could only work hard to support himself. Sometimes, he was even hunted by assailants. Maeve I at Byron with tender affection at that thought.

Maeve

Byron stiffened under her affectionate gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "What?"

There were so many people coming and going around them. Byron thought Maeve should restrain her gaze. He wondered if she liked him that much.

"Nothing." Maeve shook her head. Byron probably did not want others to pity him. "Have you had lunch?"

The higher-ups of Eternal Hope had booked a private room overlooking the lake in Dalonis Court in the city center. They were heading there just now. pondered for two seconds flatly denied,

I know a newly opened spaghetti restaurant nearby. It's delicious Maeve's eyes curved into crescents. "But willy scold you if you leave now?"

I know a

Bodyguards and drivers were not always free. They often had to be on call.

your boss Byron raised his eyebrows. He thought, Wasn't she heartbroken over her vegetables in the morning and couldn't even eat breakfast? It has only been a few hours and her appetite has returned?"

"I'm still allowed time to eat After that, Byron headed out. "Let's go."

"Sure." Maeve immediately followed.

The restaurant Maeve talked about was opposite the company and was located around the corner. If one did not look carefully, one would easily miss it.

The restaurant wasn't big, and there weren't many customers. The advantage was the quiet environment and the neat. seating arrangement.

After they sat at a table, Maeve pushed the menu to Byron, "What do you want to eat?""

Byron was s not very

interested in having spaghetti. He casually ordered one and returned the menu to her. Maeve was not as fast as him. Every time she ordered, she would have difficulty choosing.

Byron looked at her troubled expression and how she subconsciously bit her lower lip when she was conflicted. She left a clear bite mark on her lip very quickly. Byron looked away without batting an eyelid. "How are you doing at the new company?" Bon?" Maeye

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t for a

a moment. "It's pretty good."

Byron thought, 'Good? 'Good? She's framed and bullied. What's good about it?' His eyes were deep. He pretended it was a casual conversation and did not say anything else.

At this moment, Maeve heard a gentle voice coming from the side. "Maeve, are you having lunch here too?"

Alex walked over

and

I saw the handsome man sitting beside Maeve. He was stunned. "Who is this?"

Byron narrowed his dark eyes and recognized at a glance that this was the kid who had sent Maeve home last night in a Ferrari. He tilted his head and looked at Maeve, waiting for her answer. Maeve thought for a moment and introduced Byron, "This is my uncle."

Byron's

s gaze instantly turned cold. His cold voice was tinged with suppressed anger. "Maeve, say that again?"

Maeve tugged at Byron's sleeve under the table and whispered, "Didn't you say you don't want others to know we're married? Moreover, you always say I'm young. I'll pretend to be your niece then." Byron was speechless. This wasn't what he had meant.

Alex relaxed slightly. "Your uncle looks very

"I don't mind." Maeve shook her head. "Mr. Brown, gone we met, do you mind if I join you for lunch?"

ahead.

Byron's thin lips curled into a sneer. He thought, 'So it is the Brown family's kid. We haven't even divorced yet, but the flirt Maeve is already looking for another guy in front of me?' Maeve did not see Byron's expression. She asked Alex curiously, "Why didn't you have lunch at the company's canteen?"

Maeve had heard from Ava that Alex could stay in the studio all day to make clothes. He only ate at the company's canteen because it was more convenient and fast.

Alex smiled, "I happened to come out for a breather and met you" He didn't say he followed Maeve into the restaurant because he saw her.

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Alex's gaze lingered or Maeve for so long that it was difficult for Byron not to notice. His already cold expression became even more unapproachable.. Alex noticed Byron was looking at him, so he casually found a topic to talk about. "What do you work as? You don't seem ordinary."

"I'm a driver,"

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Byron said coldly without even batting an eyelid.

Alex understood. "So you're a race car driver. No wonder you're so aloof. When Byron looked at him, his gaze felt like a sharp icy blade. It terrified him. Maeve, who was handing out the cutlery, almost coughed. She wondered if Byron really looked like a race car driver. She didn't think so. uncle is just an ordinary driver, explained Maeve. Then, she handed a fork and spoon to Byron.

Byron calmed down a little and his expression softened.

Alex looked surprised. "He really doesn't look like

eit."

Byron's private haute couture was not something a driver could afford. Only the richest families in the upper circle of Kleymond could afford it. Moreover, private customization was not as easy to identify as luxury brands. Alex was also from a wealthy family, so he could tell at a glance. However, it was up to others whether they wanted to wear it or not, so Alex did not clarify it.

Maeve also felt that Byron did not look like a driver. Perhaps it laid something to do with his good family background, so she did not think too much about it.

The waiter quickly served their spaghetti.

Seeing that Maeve ordered the same food as him, Alex smiled and said, "It seems that our tastes are similar."