The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron's anger had yet to subside. There was still a hint of gloominess in his dark eyes that made his heart palpitate. Hearing that, he looked at her and said slowly, "I did mind."

Maeve's eyes widened slightly. She was surprised. 'He took issue with the content of the screenshot but promptly filed a lawsuit against Aeolian. Was the reason still a violation of her privacy?' Had it not been for tonight's accident, Maeve might never have discovered what had been happening behind her back.

By his personality, Byron likely would not say anything unless Maeve specifically asked.

Byron looked cold and awkward. He was no different from a little jealous jar.

Maeve's heart suddenly softened. He wanted to tell him that she did not like Clem and that the chat history was fake.

However, when Maeve thought about Molly, she set her thoughts aside.

There was nothing between her and Clem, but Byron minded it so much.

'How should I feel about him sleeping with Molly?' Maeve was still holding on to the last bit of hope in her heart. Perhaps those were all nonsense spouted by Molly, and it might not be true.

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The next morning.

Dreamscape Studio had an uninvited guest.

It was Molly.

"Ms. Reese, do you have time to talk to me? It's about Mr. Mcdaniel."

Maeve frowned. She could roughly guess why she was looking for him. Coincidentally, she also had a question to ask her.

"Follow me." Maeve led the way to her office.

Molly followed her in. As soon as the door closed, she went straight to the point. "Ms. Reese, there's something I've been struggling with for a long time. I still think I should tell you. Although I have no intention of interfering between you and Mr. Mcdaniel, I'm innocent that things have developed to this point."

Maeve's beautiful face was calm. "What is it?"

"To be honest, I slept with Mr. Mcdaniel!" After Molly finished her words, she secretly observed Maeve's expression and saw nothing. She continued, "It happened a while ago. Mr. Mcdaniel got drunk during a social gathering and.." Maeve interrupted her. "How drunk was he at that time?"

"Mr. Mcdaniel drank a lot. At that time, I couldn't recognize anyone..."

"That's strange. Don't you know that a man can't get hard when He's drunk?" Maeve asked calmly. "He's so drunk that he still has the energy to touch you?"

Molly choked and her eyes turned red. "Do you think I'm lying? If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Mcdaniel. In the morning, I found Mr. Mcdaniel lying beside me. I was so frightened that I put on my clothes and ran out..." Maeve lowered her eyes and tightened her grip on her knees.

Seeing that she was silent, Molly's eyes flashed with unwillingness. "Ms. Reese, if I leak this matter to the media, it will affect Mr. Mcdaniel's reputation, right?"

Threatening me?' Maeve guessed her action.

Maeve's eyes lit up. "You think you can threaten me?"

"What?" Molly replied.

"Ms. Olson, you came here today to say these words to me just to make me uncomfortable. But who gave you the confidence to think you can threaten me?" Maeve stood up from the sofa. In her high heels, she was a head taller than Molly. Her aura immediately rose. "I don't know if you slept with Byron or not. I can't believe your one-sided story and suspect my fiancé. Also, if you want to complain to the media, it's up to you, if you have the ability," She added.

Embarrassment flashed across Molly's face, and hatred rose in her heart. "Maeve Reese, you only got Mr. Mcdaniel's love because you stole something from me. What's there to be proud of?"

"I stole from you?" Meaves's voice was raising.

Molly raised her chin as if she had suddenly gained confidence. Mr. Mcdaniel and I have known each other for a long time. We were each other's first love. It was only because he mistook you for me that he treated you differently!"

Maeye felt as if her heart had been stabbed, but her expression did not change much. "Do you think I'll believe you? "I don't need you to believe me because it has already happened. You can't change it no matter what." Molly smiled happily "Maeve, you just look a little like me. You were mistaken by Mr. Mcdaniel. What you have now should belong to me!"

"We've experienced many things together in the past. I had accompanied him through the most difficult early stages of his life. He even drew sketches for me. These are memories that belong to us. You'll never steal Byron from me!" The more Molly spoke, the more complacent she became.

Molly looked at Maeve sharply like a woman who had interfered in someone else's relationship.

Maeve almost laughed, but she could not.

She knew how important Molly was to Byron. Or rather, how important the memories they experienced together were.

It turned out that Molly had once accompanied him through the most difficult period of his life.

No wonder he would always remember that feeling.

For some reason, she felt stuffy in her heart and had an indescribable feeling.

"So? Are you saying this to express how deep your relationship with Byron is?" Maeve looked at Molly indifferently. "You. don't seem to have realized that the only person living in your memories is yourself. Byron has already gotten over it." "Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing in front of me today and saying these words to me. I'm afraid it's because Byron doesn't want to see you at all, right?" Maeve added.

Molly was a little angry. "This is all because you replaced me!"

"Maeve, what do you have to show off in front of me with what you stole!" As soon as she finished speaking, there was a round of clapping at the door.

Suddenly, a knocking door silenced the tension.

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A tall and straight figure stood there with a coat of the same color as his suit and vest draped over his shoulders. His palms patted randomly as he walked forward. "I came at the right time I heard such a wonderful speech as soon as I arrived." Maeve widened his eyes and looked at the person in surprise. "Clem?"

"Uh-huh." Clem slowly put his hands behind his back and pulled something out from behind his waist. His shiny leather shoes made a few crisp sounds when he stepped on the floor and stopped in front of Molly. Immediately after, the bullet was loaded.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Molly's head, accompanied by his sloppy and unruly voice. "Who did you just say was showing off in front of you?"

Molly froze in terror. Moments ago, her mouth had been full of words, but now it trembled uncontrollably, unable to close properly. Her legs felt like they could give way beneath her.

"Said it!" Clem pointed the gun in his hand forward. When he heard Molly scream like a frightened duck, he stretched out a hand and hooked Molly's earlobe. "Weren't you quite good at talking just now? You even lost the first virtue of me showing mercy to women. How are you going to compensate me?"

The fear of having her head pressed against a gun made Molly want to faint on the spot.

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