The Heir's Secret Bride

Meanwhile, outside the office window, a tall, stern figure stood with one hand in his pocket, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene inside. Byron could clearly see Maeve standing alone, facing the others, her face pale.

The group of executives gathered behind him exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why he had suddenly stopped.

The man wearing glasses, standing to his left, stepped for ward antl respectfully asked, "Mr. Mcdaniel, is something wrong?"

"Mr. Munoz." Byron replied, his voice cool, are your company's senior designers always this good at twisting the truth?" Lino Munoz's expression tightened. He glanced into the office, then cautiously asked, "Are you referring to...

Byron's expression remained impassive. "When

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this. Lino felt a cold sweat break out on his grens spend more time scheming than honing their craft, it's quite disgraceful.”

Next month's series exhibition at Eternal Hope was set to be held on the top floor of Pearl Tower, a property owned by Mcdaniel Group. Securing this venue and earning Byron's favor would be crucial for future investments. He thought, 'If something as minor as this office dispute ruined Byron's impression of Eternal Hope, it would be bad. Lino quickly responded, "Mr. Mcdaniel, I assure you this is an isolated incident. Most of our designers are of excellent character. "As for this As this matter, please allow me to handle I'll make sure that the designer who was wronged receives justice."

Just as he finished speaking. Maeve's voice came from inside the office. "I can handle this."

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and said Leah, "Please give me some time."

The make designer rolled his eyes. "Stop kidding yourself. Are you going to magically recreate Jack's designs from scratch? were organized by me, and I've reviewed them many times. They're all in my head, Maeve replied calmly, ignoring his sarcasm. She turned to Jack and said, "I'll redraw them. If I make a single mistake, I'll leave the company myself. izd designs Jack hesitated, looking at her doubtfully. "Are you sure? Can you really do it?"

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There were twelve designs in total, and even he wasn't confident he could perfectly replicate his own work.

Maeve nodded. "If I can't, then you can hold me responsible."

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The ma designer started to protest, but Leah nodded in agreement.

then skip your lunch break and stay here to redraw all the designs. Jack, keep an eye on her, Leah said.

Got it," Jack responded.

Maeve returned to her desk, mentally recalling the designs as she began to draw.

Starting from scratch could take three days to a week, but recreating them from memory was much faster.

In less than an hour, Maeve put down her pen.

Jack flipped through her redrawn designs, his expression shifting from skepticism to shock, and then to disbelief.

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"You actually remembered everything?" he asked.

пе couldn't recall all the details himself, but seeing the identical designs brought the memories back. He was certain that Maeve had captured every detail, even down to the notes he had written on the margins.

Leah also reviewed the designs, and when she came across Maeve's work, she gave her a surprised look.

Finally, she nodded begrudgingly. "Alright, let's consider this settled. Be more careful next time."

The male designer crossed his arms and sneered, "Must be nice to have connections-always someone to bail you out."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the room grew tense.

Maeve pressed her lips together, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

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office.

Jack, who had been silent until now, couldn't take it any longer and was about to speak up when Lino walked into the

Seeing him, Leah immediately put on a smile. "Mr. Munoz, what brings you here?"

Though Alex owned the company, he was often secluded, working on design drafts and rarely making appearances.

Most day-to-day operations were handled by Lino, but he was usually too busy to visit this floor often.

Tm here giving a tour to an important guest, Lino replied casually. "By the way, I happened to see your male designer deliberately spill coffee on that young lady's desk." The male designer's face went white. "N-no, Mr. Munoz, I only did that because she bumped into me..."

d him and turned to Leah. "I've already reviewed the security footage. You should take a look at it later."

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Leah's expression stiffened. "I apologize, Mr. Munoz I'm sorry you had to see that. I'll make sure to keep a tighter rein on my team in the future." "Mere

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isn't enough," Lino said coldly. "No matter how talented someone is, without good character, they're just a liability. Move him downstairs." Moving downstairs" meant being demoted to a design assistant.

left as quickly as he had arrived, as if he had only stopped by to correct the situation.

With that, Lino left as quickly

The office fell into an uncomfortable silence.

The male designer's face was as pale as a sheet, almost blending in with the walls.

Ava leaned over to Maeve and whispered, "Maeve, do you know Mr. Munoz? It seemed like he stepped in specifically to help you

Considering how the male designer had been accusing her of using connections earlier, and now Ava's suggestion...

Maeve smiled. "Mr. Munoz didn't even look at me. He only mentioned that coffee had been spilled on my desk. Why would you think he was here to help me?" "I j just seemed like such a coincidence...

"I thought so too. Why is it that as soon as I joined the company, someone was in such a hurry to push me out?"

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Alright,

"Leah said, tapping the desk to get everyone's attention Let today's incident serve as a lesson. Don't let it happen again.

She then turned to the male designer. And you, apologize to Maeve properly. These petty tricks of yours don't just harm her-they disrupt everyone's work." The male designer, now as meek as a lamb, shuffled over to Mace. "I-I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Maeve nod nodded. "Apology accepted.

But forgiveness wasn't something she would give easily.

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I to witness the incident, she would have likely been forced to swallow this injustice and continue to be labeled as a "connected person." The male designer, red-faced with shame, muttered his apology and quickly slinked away.

Maeve returned to her desk, but something suddenly crossed her mind. She looked up toward the window."Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She thought, 'Earlier..

I thought I saw Byron passing by. But maybe I was mistaken. He shouldn't have any reason to be here."

"Maeve, let me take care of organizing the designs," Jack said as he approached, his face still flushed with embarrassment. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you earlier. Maeve shook her head slightly. "It's okay. You were just worried about the designs."

After handing the designs over to Jack, she picked up her bag and left the office.

As she reached the ground floor, she almost collided with a man stepping out of the private elevator.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a silver tie clip that subtly caught the light, his flawless features were both familiar and yet strikingly unfamiliar.