The Heir's Secret Bride novel Chapter 247

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Furthermore, the story centered on one key theme: true love could overcome all obstacles. While this sentiment was nice, it felt like a fragile piece of paper that couldn’t withstand even the slightest strain when faced with reality. Wasn’t that just like my y situation with Byron? she thought. 

After finishing another page. Maeve glanced up to see Will’s eyes sparkling like twinkling stars, revealing no hint of sleepiness. She remained silent and felt like she was about to fall asleep from all the reading. Maeve closed the book and, under Will’s confused gaze, began to hum a lullaby softly. 

When Theo was younger, he would never go to sleep at night. Every time she hummed a lullaby, he would quickly drift off. The twins were different in many ways yet similar in countless others. 

Will reminded himself not to fall asleep too quickly, fearing Maeve would leave. Although he didn’t understand why she had become like this in the first place, he wanted to spend a bit more time with her. Just a little while longer. 

In less than five minutes, Will was fast asleep. His slightly pale little face pressed against the pillow, forming soft, chubby curves that radiated innocence and purity. 

Maeve felt her heart soften as she got up to take off his sunglasses, wanting him to have a good night’s sleep. Just as her hand reached out, she suddenly remembered that he was the child of Lynn and Byron. 

Reason prevented her from disliking the child, yet her emotions held her back from being too kind to him. Maeve withdrew her hand, placed the book back in its spot, turned off the light, and quietly left his room 

As the sleeping Will reached for something in his palm, he found nothing and murmured in his dreams. “Mommy” 

Back at the apartment, Maeve collapsed onto the sofa, lying there, utterly exhausted. Theo took off his shoes and climbed onto the sofa, giving her legs a gentle rub and kneading her shoulders. “Mommy, was the studio busy today?” he asked. 

“Mommy didn’t go to the studio today,” Maeve said, feeling drained as she turned over. “And the studio has been facing some issues lately that I haven’t been able to resolve, so it’s not that busy.” 

“What kind of issue?” Theo asked, wrinkling his little nose. 

Maeve briefly explained to Theo about the behind–the–scenes attempts to undermine Dreamscape. With a huff, Theo jumped off the sofa, shuffled into his room wearing his bear slippers, and soon emerged with his laptop. He then laid down at the table and started typing away effortlessly. 

Maeve straightened in her seat, asking, “Sweetie, what are you doing?” 

“I’m finding out which scoundrel dares to bully my mommy, such a delicate woman! Theo said sternly. 

Maeve was about to say there was no need to investigate since she already knew who was behind it. Theo exclaimed, “Mommy, someone stole your studio’s customer information, and then an overseas IP made a call to them.” 

“What?” Maeve leaned in closer. “Overseas?” 

“A customer posted the call information on their social media platform. Look, Mommy, Theo said. 

Maeve focused and saw a post that read: In my lifetime, I got contacted by the secretary of the Mcdaniel Group. I’m crying l 

She pondered. The person who called my client claimed to be from the Mcdaniel Group’s secretarial department? But would Byron stoop so low as to have his secretary do something like this? 

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“Can you pinpoint the exact address of the person who made the call, sweetie?” Maeve asked. 

“Sure thing!” Theo declared confidently. Moments later, a map popped up on the screen. “That person is located in the capital’s business district of Creynia, at a multinational company called Vinedustries.” 

“Is this part of the Mcdaniel Group’s holdings?” Maeve asked. 

“Not at all. The legal representative is named Patchett,” The replied. 

Maeve frowned, lost in thought. She had never been to Creynia and didn’t know anyone named Patchett. She pondered. What could this person’s motive be for targeting me under Byron’s name? 

Theo suddenly realized. Does this count as inadvertently helping my stand–in dad? I guess I’ll let it slide since I’m so generous. With that thought, he effortlessly hacked into the Mcdaniel Group’s security system and packaged up the information on Vinedustries, sending it over with an explanation 

After finishing all this. Theo wore a proud expression. This free labor is just so useful, he thought, satisfied with his cleverness. 

The next day. Byron sat behind his desk at the Mcdaniel Group. The morning light streaming in through the large floor–to- ceiling windows seemed to coat his tall figure in a golden hue, making him appear majestic and aloof. 

The documents Theo had sent over the night before were on the computer screen.