Chapter 382

Trazir had also considered advertising on the Twin Towers. The publicity would have been excellent; everyone in Greenhaven would have noticed it. However, scheduling and pricing issues led to the plan's abandonment.

Maeve didn't know how Byron managed it, but he displayed that sentence on the Twin Towers for a full nine minutes. At least half of Greenhaven saw it. Other trending topics were already emerging.

Several pop-up notifications appeared on Maeve's phone, announcing Dreamscape's substantial investment in promoting tomorrow's debut show. This was Byron's gift—a tidal wave of publicity for Dreamscape in Greenhaven.

Maeve found it hard to dislike this gift. She cherished her career and loved her work more than anything.

"So he understood everything," Maeve murmured, tears welling in her eyes as she gazed at the stunning display. She thought Byron's voice on the phone was gentler than usual: "Yesterday, you refused this gift. Today, will you accept it?" It was past midnight; the next day had already begun.

"No," Maeve sniffed, deliberately trying to unsettle him. "I forgot to record the video. The gift isn't in my possession."

Byron chuckled. "My fault. I'll make it up to you tomorrow; you can take as many photos as you want."

Maeve hadn't expected him to be serious. She quickly stopped him. "Don't, don't, don't. Once is enough. It won't be special if there's more."

Just calculating the cost of those nine minutes made her heart ache. "This isn't spending money; it's burning money!"

"Also, even if I accept your gift, I won't forgive you easily," Maeve said confidently. "These flashy tricks are useless against me."

"Yes," Byron replied, unsurprised. He hadn't intended these actions to secure forgiveness. "I just wanted to make you happy. We can address our other issues separately."

He was a businessman, always pragmatic. But with Maeve, he seemed to disregard practicality. Of course, that was an act.

Hunters weren't as gentle and harmless as they appeared. Byron was weaving a large net, quietly seeking greater advantage.

"He's the most patient hunter and deserves the reward, doesn't he?" Maeve mused.

The corners of Byron's lips curled slightly. With unfathomable meaning, he whispered, "Goodnight."

"Good night…" Maeve hung up, sitting in her warm bath. She wasn't hot, but her head felt dizzy. "He didn't do this to get my forgiveness. Was he purely trying to please me? When did Byron become so… romantic?"

After a while, Byron sent her several videos—high-definition shots of the Twin Towers from various angles.

Maeve whimpered, her ears turning red. She almost wanted to bury her face in the water to cool down. "Byron is a little too skillful. I'm afraid I won't last long."

The next day, the exhibition began in the afternoon. Everything was arranged, and Dreamscape had professional managers overseeing it. Maeve checked costumes and appearance lists, then had lunch with other designers.

Returning to the venue, she passed Greenhaven High School. Stunned, she stood in a daze.

"I'm sorry, you guys go back first. I have something to do," Maeve said before regaining her composure. She turned towards the school gates.

The other designers exchanged glances, not pressing further.

It was the weekend, so few people were at school. Rules were more relaxed; registration allowed entry.

The entrance led to a long camphor path, unswept during the holidays. Fallen leaves formed a rustling carpet underfoot.

Maeve reached her old classroom building. Renovations had drastically changed it.

"Every school renovates right after graduation, it seems," she thought.

She went to the back of the classroom, finding a piece of paper with her name on the display area beside the blackboard. She touched it, nostalgia filling her eyes. "What was wrong with me?"

Only upon reaching the school gate did she remember attending high school there. People forget many things, but not their school. She had forgotten.

"Perhaps there were no memories worth remembering from that time."

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After Maeve left Greenhaven High School, she put the matter behind her.

Three and a half hours later, the fashion exhibition concluded perfectly. Maeve and Trazir's representative designer gave speeches, and after interviews with reporters, the sun was almost setting.