The Heir's Secret Bride

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After work, Maeve put the unfinished sample clothes into the locker, locked the studio door, and left.

When she walked out of the company building to wait for a cab, Jeff stopped in front of her in his sports car. The back of the sports car was piled with red roses, and there was a teddy bear wearing a crown sitting in the middle, causing passers-by to keep looking back. Jell sat in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses. He turned around and smiled at by get in the car. Til send you home

"Don't call me baby. Maeve did not like being the center of attention at all. In going to pester me?"

she was annoyed. "How long are you Jeff looked innocent. "You're afraid that I'll affect your work, so I won't send the gifts to your company anymore. Did you see what's in the car? I prepared all this. Don't girls like these? I'll slowly make up for what I didn't do to you in the past. Can you give me another chance?"

chance?

Maeve looked at him coldly, unmoved. "Jeff, there's only one way you want to write off the hurt you've done to me. Do you want to hear it?"

What is it?"

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"T'll forgive you the day

you die."

Jeff's face froze. He thought, Why is she even harder to deal with than she was a year ago?"

After Maeve left, Jeff pounded the steering wheel in frustration. Just as he was about to drive away, he was suddenly stopped. Someone came up to him and said, "Sir, I have something to say to you."

Over the next few days, Maeve was not harassed by Jeff again. The bouquets sent over every day were also stopped by the front desk of the company and refused. They did not appear in front of her.

She and Jack had completed the "Morningstar series of clothes and sent them to Leah to check if they had passed. Less than half a day after handing in the sample clothes, Maeve was called to Leah's office.

"I won't beat around the bush with you. Look at what you've made." Leah picked up the sample clothes Maeve had made and threw them on the desk. The thread on the inside of the belt was loose. It would be torn in half with a simple pull

Marve's eyes were filled with shock. "No way. I checked them before I handed them in. It was still fine then..."

"Are you saying that I framed you on purpose?" Leah looked displeased. "Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

"Ms. Mason, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Leah frowned. "Maeve, I admit your design is outstanding, but you're really stacking off. We require that the sample clothes must be at least 90% of the standard of a ready-made suit. Otherwise, it will be destroyed directly. As Leah spoke, she pushed the sample clothes on the table toward Maeve. Do you think these are up to standard?" The office was silent.

Jack thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Mason I worked in the same studio as Maeve. She was very serious when she made the sample clothes. She shouldn't have handed over such subpar work."

"Serious?" Leah's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "Look at this pile of trash. Am I slandering her?"

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Jack was speechless.

"Time is already tight. Now that she has messed up the sample clothes, it will take time to make it again. Can the exhibition wait?" a designer muttered.

I didn't believe that she had connections before. I didn't expect Another voice trailed off.

When Ava heard this, she quickly appeased everyone. "Marve didn't do it on purpose. She's been under a lot of pressure recently. She just entered the company and has to be in charge of such important designs. She'll inevitably make mistakes..."

Someone pouted, What a waste of everyone's time. Newbies shouldn't be responsible for 'Morningstar.'"

The criticisms came one after another, making Maeve's heart clench. She was very sure that there was no problem with the sample clothes before they were handed over.

The problem probably lay in the period after the handover. But how was not the time to think about this.

Maeve took a deep breath to calm herself down and said to Leal "Ms. Mason, please give me one night. I will definitely hand over the remade sample clothes to you tomorrow." Leah frowned. What can you do in just one night? Are you trying to fool me with trash again?

"No. If the sample clothes I give you tomorrow are still of this quality, I will leave the company voluntarily," Maeve said seriously.

Leah looked at Maeve in surprise and tapped her red nails on the table. After a while, she nodded. "Alright, I'll give you one might. If you can't do it, you will have to leave." "Thanks" Maeve pursed her lips.

The other designers in the office looked at each other and did not talk further.

Maeve returned to her desk. Ava leaned over and asked softly, "Maeve, aren't you lying? Even if you stay up all night, you won't be able to finish making six sample clothes." "Don't worry, I can do it." Maeve smiled. I've encountered this kind of thing in my previous company, so I made some preparations when I made the sample clothes this time." Ava was stunned. "What?"

"Just in t in case. I also made six semi-finished prototypes to prevent such a situation from occurring. Maeve said calmly. "Compared to starting all over again, this saves a lot of time. Maeve had suffered too much unfair treatment at her previous company and had always believed that it was better to be prepared.

"No wonder you're so calm." Ava sighed. "But you're really unlucky. It's as if you were targeted by someone."

Maeve turned I to look at Ava. "Targeted?"

"Ms. Mason has the highest authority on this level. Everyone has to listen to her. You made her dislike you the moment you arrived. Do you think your life will be easy?"

I don't think so. I've never offended her in any way."

Ava lowered her voice and reminded Maeve, "You had lunch with Mr. Brown last time, right? Ms. Mason saw it."

Maeve thought of that time at the pasta restaurant and her gaze became thoughtful.

At the same time, at First Hospital, Patrick's life was no longer in danger. He gradually regained consciousness and was transferred to a normal ward.

Byron stopped by to visit on the way to the business meeting. After instructing the doctor to take good care of Patrick, he looked at the time and stood up to leave the ward.

"Byron." Karen caught up with him. Looking at Byron's indifferent expression, she bit her lip. "Thanks for coming to visit my father these few days. If he wakes up and finds out, he will be very happy" Sure, 'Byron replied calmly.

Karen walked forward and said tentatively, "Actually, I saw Maeve a few days ago. She said that she's your wife. Don't you think it's funny?" She was still worried and wanted to verify it with Byron personally Byron turned to look at Kar look at Karen when he heard that. His deep eyes were unfathomable. "She told you that she is my wife?" "That's right." Karen nodded and smiled. "She's dreaming, isn't she? You should talk to her."

Byron's gaze was pensive. He did not hear Karen at all. Maeve pretended not to care about what was going on between him and Karen, but it seemed she was secretly jealous and declared her sovereignty to Karen. Byron's thin lips curled up slightly. Then, he said to Karen, "You don't have to worry about this."

Karen thought Byron meant he would deal with Maeve and was reassuring her. She smiled even more gently. It seemed that she had overthought it. "Okay, no problem. Be careful on the road later." Byron nodded and walked toward the elevator.