"Of course," Maeve affirmed. The bodyguard nodded and led the others to the elevator. Maeve, worried about the gowns lately, felt relieved watching them go.

"I advise you not to celebrate too early. I think your nightmare is just about to begin," Leah sneered, passing by.

"There's no need for you to worry," Maeve said aloofly. "No matter the consequences, I'll bear them alone."

Leah snorted and walked away. Maeve didn't take it to heart and prepared to return to the studio to finish Byron's suit.

Unexpectedly, turning around, she saw a familiar, aloof figure exiting the elevator, followed by Archer and several Eternal Hope executives. Stunned, Maeve wondered why he was there.

Catching her gaze, Byron looked at her from a distance. His eyes were calm, his emotions unreadable. Samuel was also present. Seeing Maeve, he immediately smiled. "Mr. McDaniel, this is our company's new designer, Maeve Reese. She's handling your custom suits this time." He added, knowing Mr. McDaniel's discerning taste, that aside from Bert's handcrafted suits, he favored few others. The fashion industry was shocked that Eternal Hope had gained his favor, a significant boost for their men's wear customization.

Byron's expression was indifferent. "I see."

"Maeve, this is Mr. McDaniel. You've met before. Greet him," Samuel said.

Maeve composed herself and approached. "Mr. McDaniel, nice to see you. It's been a while."

Outsiders were unaware of her relationship with Byron. Considering her recent visit to the McDaniel Group to sign the contract, it had been a while.

A hint of mockery flickered in Byron's eyes. He thought, 'It's been a while? She slept beside me and talked in her sleep last night.'

"Ms. Reese, you don't mind if I check the suits now, do you?" Byron said casually. "It's been a month, after all."

Before Maeve could answer, Samuel interjected, "Of course, no problem. Ms. Reese should be nearly finished, shouldn't she?" Maeve suppressed her reluctance and nodded. "Yes."

Samuel continued, "Then please show Mr. McDaniel around. Entertain him well. Don't neglect our esteemed guest."

Maeve could only agree. She brought Byron into the studio while Archer and the others remained outside.

The door closed, and she immediately asked, "Why are you here? Afraid I'd slack off?"

Byron glanced at her. "Ms. Reese, I'm here to check my suits. Don't try to get close to me."

Maeve was speechless, wondering, 'What's with him lately? He always rebukes me for no reason. Have I offended him?' Confused, she could only suppress her doubts and try to reason with him. "Can you not check them now?"

Byron calmly replied, "Give me a reason."

"I'm in the finishing stages. I'll deliver them the day after tomorrow at the latest," Maeve explained. "They're not complete yet. Checking now would spoil the surprise." She was confident in her work.

Intrigued by the mention of a surprise, Byron's indifference lessened slightly. His expression remained unchanged, but his voice held a hint of displeasure. "So you want me to leave?" Maeve's eyes darted around. Seeing a coffee mug, she had an idea. "I'll treat you to coffee! It's handmade. Everyone who's tried it says it's delicious!" Byron frowned. "Who has tried it?" He wondered if that gigolo had.

Maeve thought, "A designer in the office, a friend of mine and Ms. Mason."

Byron's expression softened before he reluctantly nodded. "Then I'll give you a chance. If it's not good, you'll face the consequences."

"It will be delicious!" Maeve went to the coffee table to make coffee.

Byron crossed his arms, observing Maeve's studio. The workbench was well-organized; fabrics, needlework, chalk, and tools were neatly arranged. Everything was efficiently organized. The studio was as simple as she was. He picked up two notes she'd left. The first showed meticulous measurements and calculations. The second had a large crying face and the words, "[I've spent all my mathematical knowledge on this. My head hurts.]"

Byron smiled. Then he heard Maeve call, "Byron, the coffee's ready."

He put the notes down and turned to her. He didn't boast; the coffee was delicious—rich, smooth, and far superior to even the McDaniel Group secretary's renowned coffee. After tasting it, Byron raised an eyebrow. "Did you learn this specifically?"

Maeve nodded. "In college, I worked part-time at a cafe. The manager taught me a few things."

Byron knew about her part-time jobs but was surprised by how many she had. "Were you short of money?" he asked.

"If I didn't need money, why would I work so much?" Maeve sipped her coffee. "But it wasn't for nothing. Those skills are useful now." She'd earned money and gained valuable life skills. Byron's eyes were deep. "Your parents didn't support you?"

Maeve explained, "When I applied to my chosen colleges, they disagreed. They likely felt their authority challenged and stopped my allowance." She recalled struggling to afford even the cheapest bread, relying on free oatmeal. She couldn't even remember how she'd managed.

She changed the subject. "You've asked so many questions. What about your past?"

"What do you want to know?" Byron asked calmly.

Maeve thought. "I heard from Bonnie that your family has two sons, you and Neville McDaniel."

Byron said, "Yes."

"But I remember you saying your parents favored your adopted brother and weren't close to you," Maeve puzzled. "So I thought the rumor of two sons was false, that you were the only biological McDaniel son."

Bonnie's information was inaccurate, meaning the McDaniel family had never publicly acknowledged Neville's true status. The world still considered Neville the second son. Maeve wondered, 'Why? Don't wealthy families value blood relations most?'

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