The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 117

Half an hour later, Maeve arrived at Mcdaniel Group, and she was slightly stunned as she looked at the towering building in front of her that reached into the clouds. The custom-made suit was actually for someone working at Medaniel Group.

This was her first time here. She had only seen this huge building in the news before. It symbolized absolute power and status in Kleymond.

She thought, And all of this is in that man's hands. But it has nothing to do with me. This place is huge, so I might not even bump into him.

As Maeve thought about it, she took a deep breath and walked in to inform her intentions to the receptionist.

After the receptionist made a call, someone quickly came downstairs to take Maeve up.

When the elevator reached the top floor, a female secretary swiped her card and entered, saying, "Ms. Reese, please."

"Thank you," Maeve said.

The floor was about twice the size of Eternal Hope's office. Spacious and bright, it was divided into four areas which could be clearly seen at a glance.

However, it was relatively quiet with almost no unwanted noise. Even the female secretary in her high heels tried her best to control the sound of her heels clicking. Maeve followed her into a reception room.

"Ms. Reese, please wait here for a moment," the female secretary said as she placed a cup of coffee on the table. Then, she Jefi

Maeve took a sip of the coffee and waited patiently.

This wait took her several hours. The hot coffee had turned completely cold.

The female secretary came in to replace the coffee several times and told her that the meeting was not over yet. She asked her to wait a little longer.

Maeve could not help but grumble inwardly, 'A meeting lasting this long. They don't need to go to the restrooth, huh?"

At around five in the afternoon, Maeve finally couldn't wait any longer.

When she

got up

from the sofa, her legs were a little numb.

Before coming here, Leah had reminded her that the person for whom the suit was tailored was rather special and might be difficult to convince, requiring the utmost sincerity. She thought, 'T've been waiting here all afternoon. Regardless of my sincerity, at least my intention has been shown

Upon letting out a sigh. Maeve slowly walked out with numb legs.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into the female secretary who came in with the coffee as she went out, and the coffee was splashed all over her.

"Ms. Reese, are you alright?" the female secretary said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to

She quickly took out some tissues, wanting to let Maeve wipe.

"It's fine," Maeve said. "It's winter. I wear lots of clothes, so I'm not burned. As she comforted her, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure walking over from ahead.

He wore a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his tall and upright figure. His long legs took sharp and decisive steps. exuding an air of coldness and high status with every movement The higher-ups following him became his background.

He was the sole focus of attention.

Sensing Maeve's gaze. Byron raised his eyelids and looked over

His gaze lingered on her for a second, or maybe even less than a second, before he withdrew it coldly and walked straight past her into the office

Maeve watched in a daze as his figure disappeared behind the door, her eyes inexplicably feeling a pang of emotion.

She thought. Tve long mentally prepared myself to be strangers with him after our future divorce, yet it turns out that I've overestimated my resolve.

"Ms. Reese. I'm really sorry. I have a new set of clothes that haven't been worn yet. Why don't you change out of your wet clothes first? The female secretary's voice snapped Maeve out of her thoughts.

She blinked, trying to clear away the welling sadness. She managed to pull herself together with difficulty.

She looked at her coat and sweater, realizing that If she went out in them and the cold wind blew, she would definitely catch a cold the next day, so she agreed.

After changing her clothes, Maeve transferred money to the female secretary and bought the clothes.

This would save her the trouble of having to return the clothes in the future.

The female secretary accepted the transfer and said to her, "Ms. Reese, our CEO is free now. You can go in to see him."

Maeve was stunned, and she asked, "Your CEO is looking for me?

"Aren't you the one who is looking for our CEO? That contract... The female secretary looked puzzled.

Realizing what was going on, Maeve tensed up all over.

She thought, "The person for the custom suit is Byron? I had a feeling that it could be him, but I didn't think it could be that coincidental, so I didn't dwell on it. Besides, he is not the only high-ranking figure in Mcdaniel Group. But now given how he just ignored me, the contract might fall through.

Maeve bit her lip and felt conflicted outside the CEO's office for a long while. Thinking of Leah's instructions, she mustered her courage.

After knocking on the door, a deep and cold voice came from inside. "Come in."

Maeve took a deep breath and walked in.

In the office, the orange evening glow streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, brushing against the handsome figure behind the desk and coating him with a layer of cold light.

He raised his eyes slightly, his face showing a hint of unreachable aloofness as he said, "Who allowed you to come in Maeve lowered her gaze, walked up to him, placed the contract on the desk, and revealed a standard smile.

"Hello, Mr. Mcdaniel. I'm Maeve Reese, a designer from Eternal Tope who is in charge of your custom spring suit. If you're

willing to give me this opportunity, this is the contract. Please sign here.

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Byron did not even look at the contract. He said with a cold tone "I'm very busy. I don't have time to read such a thing. Get

out."

Maeve kept her smile. "Mr. Mcdaniel, you must have seen the design exhibition last week. I believe you have seen my skills. It's just that I haven't displayed them on men's suits yet. I hope you can give me this opportunity." Byron paused while writing. "Ms. Reese, do you know which designers customize suits for me?"

"Go ahead and share with me."

Byron casually mentioned a few famous designers. They were all highly influential designers in the industry.

His tone was indifferent. "Ms. Reese, since you have never handled men's suits before, why should I believe that you have the capability to design my suit? Are you qualified?"

The words "Are you qualified? made Marve have a sudden feeling of anxiety.

Clenching her fists, she said indifferently, "Perhaps I'm not as skilled as the renowned designers you mentioned, but since you're accustomed to their suits and came to Eternal Hope, I guess you want to try something new. Since that's the case, fact that your project has reached me indirectly suggests that I am qualified"

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly. The interest in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his expression was indifferent.

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"In that case, Ms. Reese, you might as well show me your sincerity and let me see what qualifications you have to make such a claim.

"I will" Maeve heaved a sigh of relief.

She thought, As long as he doesn't reject me outright, I still stand a chance. Plus, he didn't chase me out, and that's already surprising.

Before leaving the office, Maeve heard Byron's indifferent voice coming from behind. "Ms. Reese, I'm looking forward to what price you are willing to pay to secure this project."

Maeve felt a chill run down her spine.

What price should I pay? she thought. Doesn't he want to see my sincerity? Could this be a trap?"

After Maeve left, Archer came in to deliver some documents and reported, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Bert has sent an invitation, wanting to tailor a spring suit for you."

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