The Heir's Secret Bride

When they saw Maeve enter, the discussions inside immediately stopped. The girls standing in front of the sink were first surprised. Then, their expressions became increasingly awkward "Ma-Maeve, what a coincidence, Lily said awkwardly, "You're here to use the washroom too..."

Maeve looked at them and smiled, saying, "Well, you people gathering here to discuss my private affairs is even more coincidental. I was wondering who locked a group of gossipy queens here." With that said, she walked toward the stall.

Being caught badmouthing people behind their backs and then being mocked as gossip queens was more embarrassing than it was infuriating.

Those women had fluctuating expressions of embarrassment of anger. "What's with her smugness? She got married to a driver. Look at how she's acting so self-important."

After muttering, they hurriedly touched up their makeup and left the washroom

Maeve came out of the stall and noticed that they had all left. Not taking their words to heart, she washed her hands before returning to the private room.

As Maeve walked past Maura, Maura suddenly stood up and bumped into her. It was unsure whether it happened by coincidence or accident.

The glass of wine in Maura's hand spilled onto her own clothes.

"Maeve, what's with the way you walk?" she said. "This is a new dress that my boyfriend bought for me. It's very expensive." Maura's heart ached as she glared at Maeve angrily. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately want to upset me, right?" Her boyfriend immediately stood up and asked with a look of concern, "Maura, are you alright?"

Maura pouted, looking aggrieved. "How can I be alright? This is the outfit you gave me. I love it, and now it has been destroyed by her. She must have done it on purpose out of jealousy."

Maura's boyfriend frowned at Maeve, his tone harsh as he said, "Apologize to my girlfriend immediately!"

frowned and said, "When I walked over, you happened to stand up and bump into me. What do you mean I bumped into you on purpose? Hurling mud at others requires one to make justified points too, right?"

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"You're the one who's hurling mud, right?" Lily said, crossing herarms. I saw you bumping into Maura just now. Could I be mistaken?"

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Zoe chimed in, "That's right, I saw it too."

"We all saw it, so stop being stubborn and denying it," Lily said with a gloating expression

She thought, I've intensely vented my anger of getting mocked by Maeve in the washroom earlier. Maura's boyfriend is not someone to be trifled with. Maeve is going to be in trouble. She's so arrogant, just like before. When she arrived, it was as if all the guys saw no one but her.

Maeve's eyes were slightly cold. "You guys are really good at distorting right and wrong Noticing that everyone sided with her, Maura was very smug. "Maeve, this outfit I'm wearing costs over 180 thousand dollars. Can you afford to compensate me?"

She then looked around the table and pointed at a bottle of alcohol that had just been opened. "Here's the deal. Finish this bottle of alcohol, leaving not a drop, and I'll give you a discount You just need to compensate me at half price." Evan frowned as he said, "We're all classmates. Compensation is ne, but there's no need to drink..."

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I remember that Maeve can't hold her liquor. Plus, if she drinks too much, she will have rashes on her skin. Isn't Maura trying to make her lose face in public? Maura curled her lips and said, "Are you going to let me suffer thes loss? It's just a bottle of alcohol. It won't kill you."

She thought, "It won't kill her, but having rashes all over her body is more unbearable than dying.

Maeve pursed

"I didn't push her" chhinking, 'It's not that I can't come up with over 180 thousand dollars. But it's clearly Maura who bumped into me first. Why should I suffer this loss?' "she said. "Why should I pay?"

"Trying to be unreasonable despite getting extended goodwill, huh?" Maura's boyfriend said as he pushed Maeve's shoulder repeatedly. "Do you believe that I'll get someone to force-feed you the alcohol later?"

Maeve frowned in embarrassment. Just as she was about to speak, a deep and cold voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"I'd like to to see if you have the ability to do that."

With that said.

With said, everyone's atte attention was instantly drawn to the speaker.

Byron walked into the private room. There was no expression on his cold and handsome face. His trench coat lifted slightly with each step of his long legs, creating a chilling breeze.

Everyone felt an overwhelming sense of pressure hit them, with chills running down their spines.

Maeve's heart skipped a beat as she avoided the gaze that landed on her, which was a gaze that could see through people's thoughts.

She thought, How come he is here?'

Maura's boyfriend was shocked by Byron's aura. Forcing himself to feign calmness, he asked, "Wh-who are you?"

Maura immediately said, "Darling, he's Maeve's husband, the driver."

Only then did Maura's boyfriend relax. He sneered and said, "I was wondering who spoke so arrogantly. It turns out that he's a poor dri-

Before he finished talking, the hotel manager squeezed in from outside and walked up Byron. He then bowed and said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, we were only informed after you had arrived. We're really sorry for not welcoming you properly. We apologize for our inadequate hospitality." Byron gave him an indifferent glance and said, "Mm."

Ethan Riley had an ingratiating expression. The private room that you often go to has already been made available for you. You can go there anytime. If you need anything, just let us know and we'll take care of it right away."

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the private room became visibly tense. Maura and her boyfriend's smiles froze as they stared in disbelie

They thought, With Mr. Riley's power and status at Wrestwood Hotel, very few people can make him grovel to such an extent. There's no way the man in front of us is a driver.

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Maeve thought to herself with self-mockery, 'How lacking in judgment was I back then?"

Ignoring Ethan's ingratiation, Byron looked at Maura and her boyfriend with a gaze that was so cold that it was frightening.

He then said, "Archer, do it,"

"Got it," Archer replied. Archer Whether

Archer intentional

asked two bodyguards to go forward and grab Maura and her boyfriend's shoulders. Then, he kicked their knees, making them kneel on the floor with a thud. or not, Maura and her boyfriend happened to end up kneeling right in front of Maeve, their knees hitting the floor with a crisp sound. Maeve looked at Byron. His expression was extremely cold, and there was a sense of sinister hostility in his eyes.

She thought. I've only seen such sinister hostility in his eyes when we first met. He's mad. Is it because they bullied me!

Maeve's eyes turned teary, and she quickly looked away.

The bodyguards forcefully opened Maura and her boyfriend's mouth. Archer then picked up the alcohol bottles on table, one in each hand, and immediately force-fed them. "Cough, Cough. Ugh. Cough. Cough."

"Cough. Cough!"

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Maura and her boyfriend kept making struggling, pitiful gulping sounds, their bodies writhing as the alcohol spilled all over

them.

Their arrogance from before could no longer be seen.

Everyone else watched in horror, not daring to gasp.

They thought, "This is too harsh. Who exactly is Maeve's husband? And the hotel manager is right beside him, yet he doesn't stop him.

Lily and Zoe hid at the back in fear, fearing that Maeve would think of them and have her husband force them to kneel and be force-fed with alcohol as well.

"What driver?' they thought. Is he really not a gangster boss?"

After force-feeding Maura and her boyfriend two bottles of alcohol, Archer released his grip and said, "Mr. Mcdaniel, should I continue to force-feed them alcohol?"

"No. I don't want it anymore." Maura coughed out the alcohol in her mouth. Her face was covered in tears and snot. Gasping for breath, she said, "I was wrong. Cough, cough. I was wrong. I know I was wrong..." Maura's boyfriend was not any better. Lying prone on the floor, he panted as he said, "I-I'm sorry. Please spare us." Looking at them as if they were ants, Byron said in a deep and serious voice, 'Do you need me to teach you who you should apologize to?"