Secret Bride 95
95
As Bonnie pulled Maeve to the round table to take a seat, she introduced Maeve to someone, saying, "Maeve, she's the friend I want to introduce to you. Her name is Karen Booth." 'Karen Booth?' Maeve thought.
She was stunned when she saw the woman sitting to Bonnie's right.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
It was Karen, who was wearing a black off-shoulder dress.
"Ms. Reese, it's been a while since we last met," Karen said, smiling gracefully.
Amidst the surprise, Maeve gave Karen a slight bob of her head and said, "Ms. Booth, it's been a while."
"Huh?" Bonnie looked at them in surprise. "So you two are friends too?"
"We've only met a few times," Maeve explained.
"Yes, but it's nice to see Ms. Reese here today," Karen said with a meaningful smile. "I heard from Ms. Hancock that you two are very good friends?"
Bonnie nodded repeatedly as she said, "That's right. I'm Maeve's best friend."
Maeve
felt a mix of
of amusement and annoyance. "Yes, you are."
Karen's smile became even more meaningful. "Ms. Hancock is really more approachable than I thought," she said. "She can become best friends with a maid. Many people present here might not measure up to you." When the socialites around who were eavesdropping heard the word "maid", the way they looked at Maeve changed.
They thought, 'How could a friend of Hancock Group's heiress be a maid? Such a person has no right to attend this coffee party. She's such a downgrade to our status.'
out of respect for Bonnie, but they did not hide the disdain in their eyes for her.
They did not chase Maeve away out of
Maeve could tell that Karen was being sarcastic. She twitched her lips and said, "Ms. Booth, if you have something to say, just say it directly."
She has to beat around the bush just to say something,' she thought. 'I feel troubled for her.'
"I was just expressing my thoughts," Karen said with a smile, covering her mouth. "Ms. Reese, don't misunderstand. Actually,
I prepared a surprise for Ms. Hancock today. Ms. Reese, why don't we appreciate it together?"
With that said, she gestured toward the screen suspended in the air with her palm.
Maeve frowned, feeling that something was off.
Bonnie
just caught on to Karen's words. She asked Maeve softly, Maeve, what's with the maid she mentioned earlier? She's not talking about you, right? Why do I feel like something's off with her?" Maeve was about to answer Bonnie's questions when she heard the socialites around the table exclaim in astonishment.
"Ugh! Why is such a video being played?"
Maeve looked up at the screen as if she had sensed something. When she saw the scene of herself and Byron kissing in the mall, she was so shocked that she stood up right away. Sun, Oct 10:00
921
Although the video was blurry and the faces could not be seen clearly, there was no way she would not be able to recognize herself and Byron.
Maeve looked at Karen, thinking, 'Was she the one who recorded the video?'
Karen looked at Bonnie and said, "Ms. Hancock, no, perhaps I should call you Mrs. Mcdaniel. Everyone might not know yet. This Ms. Hancock is Mr. Mcdaniel's wife, while Maeve, the person seated beside her, is a maid hired by Mr. Mcdaniel." 'Mr. Mcdaniel?' the socialites thought.
Mr.
They were shocked, their gazes toward Bonnie filled with envy and jealousy.
"There's only one Mr. Mcdaniel in our circle, and that's Byron, the scion of the Mcdaniel family, they thought.
They had also heard that Gilbert had been pressuring Byron to get married recently. They had also secretly wondered if they could get married to him.
immensely powerful background, but also because they had heard that Byron was young and handsome. At under thirty, he had already shown skills in handling things comparable to his father.
In the entire Kleymond, there were countless socialites who wanted to become Mrs. Mcdaniel.
Telt a sense of deep emotional disappointment.
It was not only because of the Mcdaniel family's Thexpectedly, he is already married, and his wife is Bonnie,' the socialities thought. "So, the couple kissing in the video is them?"
As for Bonnie, she was so startled by Karen's words that a piece of cake got stuck in her throat, and her face turned pale.
At this moment, Karen stood up and walked behind Bonnie to support her shoulders. She said with a smile, "Ladies, you see how well our Mrs. Mcdaniel treats this maid, even considering this maid as her best friend. But how does this maid treat Mrs. Mcdaniel? She seduced Mr. Mcdaniel in private and even did such a shameless thing in public... Mrs. Mcdaniel, I feel sorry for you."
Those socialites thought, 'It can't be, right? The person kissing Mr. Mcdaniel in the video is actually this maid?'
They glanced at the screen. Then, they glanced at Maeve, who was standing there with a pale face, and revealed looks of disgust. What they despised the most in their lives was such a shameless woman who seduced married men.
"Get out!" an heiress said as she glared at Maeve. "We don't welcome dirty things like you here."
"Oh
my god, it's so disgusting. Ms. Han... Mrs. Mcdaniel is so kind to her, but she actually seduced Mrs. Mcdaniel's husband?" "She must have seduced him more than once in the video, right? It's obvious that she's always showing off to attract Mr. Mcdaniel. She's such a b***h." "I'm actually sitting at the same table as such a person. I want to go home and take a shower now." When Karen heard these voices, a delighted sense of amusement flashed across her eyes.
I want the disgraceful things Maeve has done to be known by everybody,' she thought. I want her reputation to get completely ruined. I want her to be unable to continue being a maid in this circle after leaving Byron. I want to be ruthless and go all out. This ***h deserves
ווי
!
it.
"Ms. Booth, I thought your relationship with Mr. Mcdaniel was very close. It seems that it's just so-so."
Maeve, who was targeted and mocked by everyone, suddenly chuckled, showing no signs of shame or embarrassment
despite getting hurled insults.
Karen frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you doing these things to drive me away from Mr. Mcdaniel?" Maeve said with a mocking look. "You even used Bonnie to deal a blow on me. If your relationship with Mr. Mcdaniel is really as strong as you say, why did you put in a lot of effort and thought to target me?" Karen's expression darkened, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Unfortunately, you got one thing wrong." Maeve said with an indifferent tone of voice. "Bonnie is not Mr. Mcdaniel's wife. I am."
As soon as these words were spoken, Karen revealed a mocking expression. "You? Can you look in the mirror? Are you worthy? Mrs. Mcdaniel is right here. Who else do you want to fool?"
She pointed at Bonnie.
Bonnie Karen,
pounded her chest and finally swallowed the cake and nuts that had gotten stuck. She then stood up abruptly and with force.
I really thought that you liked Otome games too, which is why I became friends with you. You actually used me to deal with Maeve?" Karen said, "Mrs. Mcdaniel, please let me explain..."
Mrs.
Mcdaniel my a**!" Bonnie said angrily. "I've been single for over twenty years. Plus, the man kissing Maeve in the video is her husband to begin with. It's none of your business when a couple kisses, yet you hurled mud at Maeve, saying that she seduced someone else's husband?" It was a bolt from the blue for Karen. Her pupils suddenly widened and were filled with shock. "N-no way," she said. "She's just a maid."
Maeve laughed when she heard that. "Ms. Booth, I remember telling you many times that I'm not."
Perhaps Karen is unwilling to believe that I'm not a maid because I'm too close to Mr. Mcdaniel,' she thought. 'Only by having this line of thought can she feel at ease.'
Bonnie nodded in agreement and said, "Maeve is clearly a designer. Even if things were tough, she could still take on freelance jobs to make a living. Why would she need to be a maid? If I hadn't choked just now, I would have scolded you. I think you are the one who wants to seduce someone else's husband. No wonder you went out of your way to record such a video. You just want to use us to deal with Maeve, right?"
о