The Heir's Secret Bride

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"I've seen everything I need to see. Isn't it too late for you to be shy now?" Byron did not care about Maeve's little struggle. He used one hand to restrain her waist with absolute control and lifted the blanket under her. Then, he slowly rubbed her skin.

Maeve was like a captured animal. She lost all her strength and lay down with a red face and tears in the corners of her eyes, She did not know if it was because she was uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Byron looked up and saw her face, which was as red as a rose. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Her behavior aroused the desire to destroy in his heart. He wanted to wreck her until she cried like he did to her last night.

Byron's eyes were filled with desires, but he suppressed them. After applying the ointment, he covered her with the blanket again. Maeve's face was buried under the blanket, revealing only the tips of his ears. She was just a little bit away from dying on the spot.

Ever since Maeve was young, she treated herself every time she fell or hit something. Her parents rarely cared about her. In the past, she had also fantasized about whether someone would gently blow on her wound and patiently apply medicine for her after she fell or got injured. However, this was beyond her expectations. She felt she could die peacefully.

Byron knew Maeve was shy, so he stopped teasing her and placed the ointment on the table. "Every morning and every night, remember?"

"Noted Maeve silently wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, but she made a mental note on how to apply the ointment.

Byron did not leave immediately. He asked again, "Now, do you have any idea who drugged you?"

Maeve thought briefly and explained, "I was playing with my colleague at the jacuzzi that day. I was fine during the day. Then at night, I went to have coffee. As I took a sip. I felt the coffee tasted funny, so I stopped drinking it. Now that everything that happened, I think there is something wrong with that coffee." Her taste buds were quite sensitive. However, she didn't overthink it then and thought it was just coffee that was not brewed properly.

"Could you tell me the hotel's address?" Byron asked, and Maeve told him the address.

Tll get Archer to investigate this matter. Remember not to eat or drink anything given to you without clear occasion," Byron warned firmly. Then, he picked up his coat. "I'm going to the company. Call me if you need anything." Maeve nodded under the blanket. "Alright, be careful on your way."

When she heard the door close, Maeve finally dared lift the blanket to take a breather. She sat and moved her legs. It was so painful that she gritted her teeth.

Fortunately, she had a week off after her order had been fulfilled. Even better, Byron didn't have a day off. Otherwise, she would die in his bed from over-exhaustion. The thought of Byron's beastly side in bed scared her.

After washing up and having breakfast, Maeve took her laptop and sat on the carpet in the living room. She began to study the series design that Eternal Hope was preparing. Remembering her phone was out of battery, she plugged in the charger But when her phone turned on, a notification popped up. It was from Leah: [Maeve, where are you? Are you home?]

Another message came in from Alex: [Maeve, are you okay? Call me back when you see this message!]

Maeve was puzzled. 'Why do they seem concerned?

After she replied to their messages, Alex immediately called her. "Maeve, are you okay?"

"Alex, I'm fine. I'm having a week off and staying at home." Maeve asked in confusion, "What happened? And why is Ms. Mason looking for me too?"

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Alex seemed relieved, "Oh, I'm glad to hear it. There was an accident at the hotel you were in. An alcoholic broke into your room and we saw him subdue you. I know you weren't in your room. But although Piers said you had already returned home, I'm still worried and need to ensure you're safe. For the past two days, he had been worried. But hearing Maeve's calm voice, he felt relieved. Tm sorry for making you worry, Alex, but I'm fine." Maeve apologized. But in her heart, she was furious.

"So someone did try to drug me. That drunkard had come for me! If Maeve hadn't left the hotel and returned to her room instead, she would have been scared just thinking about what would have happened.

Alex chuckled. "I'm relieved to hear that you're fine. Have a pleasant day off. See you at the company next week."

"Okay, looking forward to it."

After hanging up the phone, Maeve rubbed her long hair, feeling troubled. She didn't know who could be so vicious as to use such a dirty method to deal with her. But almost immediately, Maeve thought of one name, 'Karen Booth!"

Other than Karen, no one would bother to do anything to destroy her. It seemed she had learned to be smarter and played even dirtier. Additionally, since Karen wanted Finesse Bloom to become famous internationally, she would do anything to help her. Maeve clicked on Finesse Bloom's official website. The designer's apology letter was hanging at the top. However, the criticism in the comment section had not subsided. Her eyes turned cold seeing this. 'Does Finesse Bloom think my designs are easy to steal?"

Finesse Bloom spent a few hundred thousand dollars on public relations to turn the situation around and salvage some of the brand's precarious image. However, that afternoon, a well-known account revealed nine out of ten of Finesse Bloom's works were not original. Those who liked her brand were still stubborn. It was understandable that the design was similar, but they refused to admit it as plagiarism.

The well-known account posted the three gowns Princess Elvira had worn lately and compared them to the three designs Maeve signed. Finesse Bloom seemed cautious and modified the details of Maeve's design plan. Finesse Bloom argued that it was an accident of inspiration.

However, she never expected that Princess Elvira's gown had signature patterns that no one could erase, and it was Maeve's trademark. The broken diamond pattern on the belt, the floral with wave-like patterns, and the other was an S-shaped flower. The last item was a mix of triangular patterns. If one did not look carefully, they would not notice it.

Some of those patterns were combined to avoid public suspicion. But after being exposed, everyone came to a realization. Finesse Bloom had no business or right to incorporate Eternal Hope's signature pattern into her designs.

This was not the end. Immediately after, a designer who used to work for Finesse Bloom started a live broadcast. He testified to destroy his former employer. In that broadcast, he claimed Finesse Bloom's brand could not survive without plagiarism and had been playing dirty.

The owner of Finesse Bloom knew how to copy a designer's script and use her influence to suppress the designer until they had no choice but to submit. She specialized in picking newbies with potential but had yet to gain fame. In the past few years, she had used this trick to gain fame.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Afterward, those who were victims of Finesse Bloom began to make a public statement. One person's voice was easy to ignore, but the voices of many were hard to shut.

Soon, many well-known brands, led by Eternal Hope, issued a joint statement: [There is always injustice in this industry. Although we can't completely stop this, we can make some efforts to reduce it. Therefore, we would never collaborate with corrupt brands such as Finesse Bloom. Boycott Finesse Bloom until the end!]