Chapter 410

Maeve looked up at Byron's cold face on the screen. His long, narrow eyes, now fully recovered, held a sharp, cold light, making it impossible to look directly at him. As he sat on the sofa, it seemed to have transformed into a throne, radiating gems and majesty, and he was its only king. Looking at Byron, Maeve felt as if a lifetime had passed.

The interview was nearing its end. The host boldly asked a different question. "Mr. McDaniel is so adept at his work. You led the McDaniel Group to a steady rise, leaving many in the dust. This makes me curious. What are your requirements for your future wife?"

Byron folded his hands in a relaxed posture. Hearing the question, he slightly raised his eyelids and replied casually, "There are no requests, and it's not my turn to make requests of her."

The unexpected answer surprised the host. A commotion arose in the banquet hall. Maeve's throat tightened; her heart suddenly beat faster.

"From your answer, Mr. McDaniel seems to have a woman you like? May I inquire who this lucky girl is?" The host was cautious, not daring to hope for an answer. However, Byron answered.

"She's my fiancée. Her name is Maeve Reese." A faint smile touched Byron's handsome face, which had been cold all night. He added, "I'm the lucky one."

The host was shocked. Wasn't that the most wanted person recently...? Wasn't he the boss of Dreamscape Studio? Even he, in the financial channel, had heard the rumors. If she was Mr. McDaniel's fiancée... who would care whose daughter she was!

"It seems Mr. McDaniel and your fiancée share a wonderful relationship. I sincerely wish you both a happy and blissful life together." The host smoothly ended the interview. "Lastly, Mr. McDaniel, why did you accept our interview?"

Byron's thin lips twitched slightly. "My fiancée ran out to attend someone's banquet and left me at home. I'm bored."

The host was shocked. However, even if it were true, could you not say it so directly? You, a billionaire, complained on television about your fiancée not being home to accompany you. It seemed... quite undignified! The interview ended, the screen going black.

The banquet hall was eerily quiet. The others no longer looked at Maeve with suspicion and ridicule, but with embarrassment and fear. If the title of Byron's fiancée was feared by everyone, then the importance and love he showed for Maeve in the interview were terrifying. This meant Byron wasn't just playing games; he genuinely cared for her. This was different from a fiancée in name only.

If they had known she was Mr. McDaniel's fiancée, they wouldn't have dared suspect her of theft. Now, however, they had offended Maeve.

The necklace's owner, who had scolded Maeve, looked embarrassed, wanting to flee. At that moment, the woman in the gold gown suddenly fell to the floor. Her bag spilled, revealing cosmetics and a diamond necklace.

The owner and the woman's expressions changed simultaneously. "You stole my diamond necklace! How dare you slander Ms. Reese? Shameless!" the owner fumed. If not for this woman, she wouldn't have offended Maeve!

The woman's face flushed red. "It wasn't me! I didn't steal anything! She must have thrown the necklace in my bag!"

Seeing her continue to slander Maeve, others chimed in, "Ms. Reese stood there and didn't move. There's a limit to your slander."

"I can't stand it anymore. A thief shouting thief—let's call the police!"

"No! Don't call the police! I didn't steal it!" The woman in the gold gown stamped her foot, angry. She didn't understand how things had turned out this way. Maeve should be the one whose reputation was ruined.

Maeve watched coldly, the interview replaying in her mind, her heart in turmoil. Didn't he agree to break up with me? Why did he say in the interview that I was his fiancée? And his last sentence—it was as if… as if he knew something had happened to me and was deliberately helping me.

Maeve ignored the others' flattery and left the banquet hall. Reaching the courtyard, she stopped, turning to the empty path. Frowning, she said, "Come out. Why are you following me?"

Since her kidnapping, she'd been cautious. She hadn't expected to be targeted again.

A woman emerged from the shadows, bowing respectfully. "Ms. Reese, I'm a bodyguard sent by Mr. McDaniel to protect you. I mean no harm."

Maeve remained wary. "I remember Byron assigned a male bodyguard."

"Yes, but he failed to protect you last time and has been punished."

Maeve touched her nose, remembering something. "Have you been following me tonight?"

"Yes."

"That diamond necklace..."

"When you were washing your hands, I saw someone place the diamond necklace in your bag. I thought it might damage your reputation, so I returned it," the bodyguard explained. "Mr. McDaniel instructed me." Maeve was stunned. How could there be such a coincidence? Coincidentally, the television showed Byron's interview. What happened afterward was even more coincidental. He was on television, yet still managed to help her.

Maeve's emotions grew complicated. She didn't understand his actions. Didn't they break up by default?

Her phone rang. Maeve answered, temporarily suppressing her thoughts. "Hello?"

"Ms. Reese, I'm so sorry. My father's illness flared up. I was busy and didn't notice what happened. I'm ashamed you were treated unfairly," Arthur apologized.

"It's not your problem. Is Mr. Richard alright?"

"He's taken medicine and fallen asleep. Thank you for your concern."

"That's good." Maeve nodded. "Thank you for the invitation. I'll go home."

"I'll see you out. Please accept my apology for tonight's poor hospitality."