The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 145

Maeve's gaze froze momentarily as she was about to look away. Suddenly, her phone rang from her coat pocket.

She pulled it out, and a message immediately appeared on the screen. Byron: [Cover.]

With just a glance, Macve turned off the screen, slipped her phone back into her coat pocket, and followed Alex

into the car As the white Mulsanne drove away, Alex noticed that Maeve was still wearing the veil that covered

the scars on her face, and he said. "You can take off the veil. You don't have to worry about what others think-I'm

no different."

Maeve shook her head. Td rather keep it on. | feel more comfortable this way. For sreason, the wounds on

her face would flare up just when they were about to heal, sometimes even becoming infected. She could barely

stand looking at herself in the mirror, so she thought it best not to subject others to it.

A hint of sadness flickered in Alex's eyes, but seeing her insist, he didn't push further. Instead, he handed her a

box from the side. This is the phone you dropped in the basement that day. It's been with the police for

safekeeping

Maeve took the phone from the box, looked at it, and shook her head. "This isn't mine. | took it from Karen that

day when she wasn't paying attention."

"Karen's?" Alex mused, his expression thoughtful. "Honestly, | don't believe she's innocent. But with the evidence

destroyed and her bodyguards covering for her, suspicion alone isn't enough to charge her."

Maeve powered on the phone and gave it a slight wave in his direction. "Well, let's

"There should be a passcode, right?" Alex asked.

see if there's any clue in this phone, shall

"| picked up a few unlocking tricks while working part-tin college. Letgive it a try." After just a few

minutes of fiddling, Maeve looked at the screen as it unlocked to the main interface and smiled. "Got it." Alex's

gentle gaze fell on her. "Let's see if we can find any clues in there."

"Okay," Maeve replied as she first opened the contacts and messages, only to find them empty-nothing at all.

The social media apps were equally bare, with no single message in sight and only a handful of friends listed. It

was as if the phone were brand new. "She's very cautious; she didn't leave any information on the phone,"

Maeve said, not surprised but feeling a bit disappointed. "And now she gets away just like that."

It made sense. If Karen also orchestrated the first kidnapping, there was no way she would leave even the

slightest trace for anyone to find.

Alex gently comforted her. "We all know she's the true culprit. It's only a matter of tbefore we find the

evidence to hold her accountable"

Maeve remained silent, her thoughts swirling, 'After finding the evidence, will we be able to convict Karen? As

long as Byron protects her, no matter how often she's found guilty, she'll always find a way to escape

responsibility

Maeve pursed her lips and looked down, about to turn off the phone when a thought struck her. She opened the

notesfor a glance. Unlike the other empty apps, it contained a string of numbers that resembled a phone

number. After thinking for a few seconds, she decided to try the number and dialed it.

The call connected, but no one answered on the other end. Just as Maeve was about to hang up, suddenly came

through the phone. "Hello? Who is this?"

Maeve thought, A woman? That likely had little to do with the kidnapper"

, an older woman's voice

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Maeve quickly shifted her thoughts and said. "Sorry, | dialed the wrong number," before hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked. "Did you find any

clues?"

Maeve shook her head helplessly. "No, | was just being paranoid She thought the the kidnappers, so she called

and tested it.

ing of numbers might belong to one of

Alex smiled gently, about to reassure her not to lose hope, when he suddenly noticed a car that seemed to

appear out of nowhere. The car darted past him on the left and stopped a short distance ahead. Frowning, he

quickly slammed on the brakes, stopping just 6.5 feet from the vehicle. The sudden braking caused Maeve to

lurch forward uncontrollably, and her phone slipped from her pocket, falling beneath the seat. Holding her veil in

place, she bent down to retrieve her phone and asked, "What happened"

Alex kept his eyes on the road ahead and shook his head slightly, I'm not sure. It looks like the car opposite us is

purposely blocking my way.

As soon as he finished speaking, Maeve's phone pinged. She glanced down to see a message from Byron. It read:

[Are you coming alone, or should I find you?]

She shot a furious glance at the imposing black Rolls-Royce blocking the road, clearly determined not to let her

pass unless she approached. Clenching her teeth angrily, she thought, "Why doesn't he fly up to the sky? Does

he think this road belongs to him!

This road saw little traffic and was a single-lane, two-way street. Unless the driver chose to move, they wouldn't

be able to get through. Tll go see what's going on," Alex said, unbuckling his seatbelt and preparing to get out of

the car.

"Wait," Maeve called out to stop him. "There's no need to check. That's someone | know, and they're here to see

me." "Someone you know?" Alex asked, his expression puzzled. "How he's trying to get your attention is... quite

unustaal." He thought, "Who greets someone by blocking the road like this?

Maeve forced a couple of dry laughs, unsure of how to explain. She was just as curious about what Byron was

thinking,

"Then you should go over quickly; you don't want your friend to get impatient," Alex said, noticing her discomfort

and not pressing further. He added gently, "Let's save dinner for another time. Don't rush back to the office; take

care of your health first. I'll approve your leave."

"Thank you, Alex," Maeve said, feeling a warmth in her heart. She smiled and bid him farewell before exiting the

car and striding angrily toward the black Rolls-Royce.

The car door was ppen, so she climbed inside. Before she could unleash her frustration, she heard Byron's cold,

sarcastic voice put through the air. "Are you that afraid of him seeingcto find you?"

Maeve returned his gaze with equal coldness. "Is that the only reason you cto find me? It seems we don't

need to meet at all, then."

Byron fixed his gaze on her veiled face and seriously said, "I believe | mentioned before that | have no intention

of separating from my wife at the moment."

Maeve was taken aback. She had almost forgotten about that matter until he brought it up. She might have been

happy to live with him if it were before. Now, however, she felt no such inclination.

"How unfortunate. | have no plans to live with my husband either." Maeve replied flatly. "So please, go back to

wherever you cfrom. Goodbye." With that, she pushed the car door open, ready to exit.

However, before she could exit, a firm grip suddenly seized her right wrist, yanking her back. Her back collided

with Byron's warm chest, and his mighty arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist, pinning her against him

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couldn't break free.

Maeve stomped in frustration. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Byron ignored her protests, holding her waist firmly with one hand while the other removed the veil from her

face. Maeve reacted, trying to evade his hand, but it was too late; the veil slipped away.

"Don't look! Giveback my veil!"

trembling with anxiety.

er eyes began to redden as she raised her hand to cover the unsightly scar, her wrist

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