The Heir's Secret Bride
Chapter 181

The silence in the car spread.

Byron tapped his fingers on the steering wheel occasionally. After a long pause, he said calmly, "I still have some work to do at the office. You can go upstairs by yourself now." Maeve's pupils constricted

His reluctance to answer was, in itself, a response.

"Okay, be careful" Maeve pursed her lips and did not ask further, She carried her bag and got out of the car.

A cool wind blew at night, and a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

Her face was pale, and she went upstairs without looking back. Looking at everything familiar in the apartment, she felt that something was different.

So much had happened today that she was exhausted.

Especially just now...

Maeve rubbed her temples. Was what Karen said...

Maeve thought, 'No, I can't go back to relying on inferences to draw conclusions. I can't afford to misunderstand him again. Perhaps it's the same this time. Am I overthinking? I should have trusted him. If he's unwilling to share, why should I let my imagination run wild?" After figuring this out, Maeve cheered up. She turned on the heater and went to sit on the carpet. She used the iPad to flip through the design information.

The next day, her vacation ended.

Maeve returned to work and bought coffee and drinks for everyone in the office.

She received everyone's warming welcome.

Maeve picked up the coffee and cake for Leah and whispered, "No one else has cake, only you do."

Leah was joyful.

Leah said, "I said that on purpose last time because I was afraid that they would make you spend a lot. Why are you so honest?"

"Then you don't want it?" Maeve asked deliberately.

"Yes, yes, yes. It's mine since you have given it to me."

Leah took over her cake and said to Macve, "Fiora has been delaying the final payment and saying that there's something wrong with your gowns. I think she did it on purpose, but I suggest you call and ask them about it." After all, Fiora was a princess and they couldn't afford to offend her.

People with princess syndrome and a princess lifestyle were the most annoying.

Maeve didn't expect Fiora to continue causing trouble when it was time for the final payment.

Sighing, she took her phone to the corridor and dialed Fiora's private numbers.

09:16 Sat,

She called a few times, but-up one

nicked up.

Just as Maeve was about to give up, the call finally went through

"Hello?" Fiora's arrogant and dissatisfied voice sounded. "Why did you call me when I'm busy? What's the matter?"

"Princess Fiora, are you dissatisfied with the gowns?" Maeve asked calmly.

Fiora snorted. "Dissatisfied! It's more than dissatisfied. What the hell did you make? They're not gowns at all."

Maeve's eyelids twitched. "If I remember correctly, you were wearing those three gowns and received a lot of praise at the state banquet...

"That's amusing. You don't really think it's just about your gowns do you? Who would even notice the trash if I weren't wearing those dresses?" Fiora was simply unreasonable and disrespectful to the extreme

Since she called the gowns Maeve made trash, didn't that imply that she, who wore those gowns to the state banquet, was a beggar herself?

Maeve took a deep breath and asked in a steady voice. "Then what do you want?"

"I'm not satisfied, and I'm very dissatisfied, Fiora said coldly. "Not only do you have to return my deposit, but you also have to compensate me for the damage to my gemstones!"

Maeve thought. Are you kidding me?"

Maeve almost wanted to curse.

She thought, Is she really a princess? She's too perry.

"Hey. What are you doing!"

A sudden burst of noise erupted from the other end. It seemed Fiora's phone had fallen into someone else's hands, but s! didn't snatch it away.

Then, a cold young man's voice reached Maeve's ears. I apologize. Fiora is accustomed to being willful. Your gowns are lovely, and the Queen admires them. I'll arrange for the final payment to be transferred to you later.

"I won't allow it!" Fiora screamed. "I'm the only one who can attract so many people with the trash she made. I don't even her for money, but why should I pay her?"

Loren immediately hung up the phone. He frowned and said, "Shut up. You're shameless, but you can't disgrace the royal family."

Fiora said, "You're helping an outsider and not me?"

Loren said, "Are you a fool?"

Fiora was so enraged that she slapped away the maid who was doing her nails. She stood up and pointed at Loren. "Are you interested in that woman? Otherwise, why are you so protective of her?" Loren looked annoyed. "What's wrong with you?"

"Well, I got you, didn't I? Fiora gritted her teeth. "I'll go tell the Queen that you've been bewitched by a commoner. You've even disobeyed your honorable sister because of her."

With that, Fiora picked up her bag and intended to walk out.

ask

"Stop. Loren's voice turned-gold and gloomy.

Fiora ignored him.

Loren suddenly smiled. "Fiora, do you really think that you're ray sister after being a princess for so long?

Fiora's footsteps froze. She clenched her fingers so tightly that they were numb.

"Loren, you, you

Loren walked behind her. He was two heads taller than her and looked down coldly.

"You don't deserve it."

Fiora's manicure shattered in her palm as she opened her eyes wide, fixated on the direction Loren had gone. She trembled with rage, her body shaking with anger.

Fiora thought, Tm the princess of the royal family, and also the rose of the empire that everyone praises endlessly. I don't deserve it? Did he mean that woman deserve it? I'll report it to the Queen! The royal bloodline incident did not affect Maeve. Loren was very trustworthy and quickly settled the balance.

It could be seen that not everyone in the royal family was as unreasonable as Fiora.

After Maeve received the commission, her treasury grew significantly richer.

She had long since forgotten about Fiora causing her trouble and didn't take it to heart at all.

Next month, the company would host a spring new arrivals exhibition, but no one had been appointed to organize it. Each time, designers on every floor submitted their designs within a week.

After that, the higher-ups would select the best design drafts, which would then be turned into a ready-to-wear display for

release.

Maeve had long been focused on the new arrivals exhibition and was diligently working on her design plan. However, many of her drafts were deemed invalid, and none of them presented particularly novel ideas.

Just as she was vexed, Alex walked over and gently knocked on her desk.

"Maeve, let me tell you something

"Yes?" Maeve raised her head in confusion. "What is it?"

"Suvin Group's editor-in-chief came to me. He wants to do an exclusive interview with you. Are you free tomorrow!"

Suvin Group!

Maeve's mind instantly cleared, and her eyes lit up. Is it that unique fashion magazine that celebrates women's beauty and suggests that a girl can not only hold a rose in her hand but can also wield a gun with deadly precision?"

Alex chuckled. "That's right. I didn't expect you to know so much about it. While they may not be as famous as Trend Style Magazine in the country, they hold significant international influence. Moreover, you're the first designer in the country to be interviewed by Suvin Group.

Maeve was so excited that she almost stomped her feet.