"Every time Ie here, I want to try something else, but I always end up ordering this," Maeve''s eyes curved slightly.


    "What a coincidence. Me too." Alex said.


    They chatted andughed, not noticing the temperature dropping around them.


    Byron tapped the table with his


    his long fingers. When Maeve looked over, he said coldly, "Hand me parmesan."


    IL.


    Hand me the napkin."


    e." Maeve handed over the bottle of the bottle of shredded parmesan.


    Maeve had no choice but to hand Byron the napkin again.


    After two bites, Byron looked at his spaghetti and frowned. "Why is it spicy?"


    Maeve turned to Byron. "Did you tell the waiter not to add spice?


    "Yes." A look of disdain appeared in Byron''s eyes. He put down his fork. "Forget it. I''m not eating anymore!


    Maeve hesitated before asking. "Do you want to trade with me? Mine isn''t spicy." In any case, they had already kissed. It didn''t matter if they ate the same te of spaghetti. Byron frowned slightly and nodded reluctantly. “Alright" Alex, who


    who was sitting opposite them, watched them exchange their food. A strange feeling suddenly arose in him, but it quickly dissipated. He smiled gently, "You two are very close." Maeve cleared her throat, feeling a little "Yes, I''m staying at his house now. I''m more familiar with him." your uncle


    "I see." Alex nodded. "Is


    married


    Maeve looked at Byron and met his dark eyes that were smiling mockingly. Her heart skipped a beat. "Y-yes," she answered vaguely.


    Alex was relieved and shed a gentle smile.


    Byron was displeased. When he saw Maeve eating his te of spaghetti, his Adam''s apple bobbed. Then, he picked up his fork again and slowly ate. Perhaps because it was Maeve''s, but it tasted not bad. After leaving the restaurant, Alex asked Maeve if she wanted to go back to thepany with him.


    Maeve was about to answer when Byron called out to her in a deep voice, "Maeve." He sounded like he was going to settle scores with her.


    Maeve was instantly terrified. "Mr. Brown, you can leave first. We still have something to do."


    "Alright, bye." Alex nodded and left.


    After Alex left, Maeve carefully observed Byron''s expression. "Mr. Mcdaniel, are you angry?"


    Byron''s eyes were filled with mockery. "Why aren''t you calling me uncle anymore?"


    Maeveughed dryly. "But there''s no choice just now. You don''t want others to know about our rtionship, right?”


    Byron


    sneered. "Do I not want it, or you don''t?" He had seen how Maeve had smiled at Alex. Those who didn''t know better would think she was in love.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Hearing the displeasure in Byron''s tone, Maeve admitted that she was in the wrong. "How about I won''t say you''re my uncle next time? I''ll just say you''re my brother." Maeve thought, Uncle is just a bit too old for him. But it is because he always mocks me for being too young.


    Byron looked at Maeve coldly. "Maeve, you''re quite the flirt. How many uncles and brothers do you have? Will you call me daddy one day?"


    Maeve''s face turned red. "Who''s calling you daddy?" She couldn''t believe that he spoke without thinking.


    Before Byron could answer, his phone suddenly rang. Frowning slightly, he answered the call. "What''s up?"


    "Mr. Mcdaniel, your father i is waiting for you in your office," said Karen.


    Maeve vaguely heard Karen''s voice and was stunned for a moment


    "Got it." Byron replied in a deep voice. After hanging up, he said to Maeve, "Work calls. You can go back to work yourself''


    Maeve opened d her mouth and wante wanted to ask ask something, but realized she was in no position to ask. "Hurry then. Bye," she Paid.


    After Byron left, Maeve stood on the spot with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She wondered if Byron was very eager to see Karen. Though the voice was m***d, Maeve had recognized it. It was Karen''s voice. Maeve clutched her chest. For some reason, her heart had been aching recently. It didn''t t t feel good.


    In the office on the top floor of the Mcdaniel Group, a middle-aged man in a silver-gray suede suit sat on the sofa. His face


    showed his


    I his age. was dignified, and his facial f


    cial features were somewhat


    "This is the


    what simr to Byron''s. The corners of his eyes


    is the share transfer contract signed by Neville. Jason pushed the document on the table to Byron and said deeply, "This is the second time he lost to you." check <his victory="" prize.="" he="" looked="" nonchnt.="" "isn''t="" this="" what="" you="" wanted?"="" or="" loses.<="" p=""></his>


    Byron nced at the contract. He could not even be bothered to what I want is for the Mcdaniel Group to have a better sessor and leader. I will side with whoever wins. Thus, when Neville came to beg me, I didn''t agree." a sip of offee. It doesn''t matter to me who wins or


    Jason took a


    The loser would deserve whatever consequences that went his way. Who was the whetstone and who was the sessor depended on who was more capable. Byron''s gaze


    was cold. Naturally, he was not naive enough to think his father was on his side. Compared to being a father, Jason was more like an emotionless judgment machine.


    No matter how Byron fought with Neville, Jason only wanted the final result. The victor would be his son. Jason was just as cold-blooded and selfish as Neville. Like father like son indeed.


    I''ve work to do. If there''s nothing else, you can leave." Byron suddenly stood up and walked to the desk indifferently. Jason was not displeased. He stood up and ced his hands behind his back. "I heard from your grandfather that you got married not long ago. Bring your wife back for a meal. No matter who you marry, she will bear my grandchild after all." Byron narrowed his eyes. "We''ll see."


    Jason looked at him with aplicated gaze. Without saying anything else, he left.


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    Karen came in with a cup of coffee and asked gently, "Mr. Mcdaniel, there''s a encktail party tonight. I''ve already ced your clothes in the lounge." Byron


    "Byron. Karen changed her way of addressing Byron. She suppressed her fear and asked, "I just came in. I didn''t mean to eavesdrop... but Jason said you are already married. Is that true?


    Byron did not even look up. "Didn''t you hear everything?"


    Karen''s voice trembled. "I don''t believe it. I didn''t hear about this until now. It was not easy for her to get rid of Byron''s fiancée. She thought she finally had a chance, but a random wonen suddenly appeared and beat her to it. Byron raised his head slightly and ignored Karen''s breakdown. He said indifferently, "Ms. Booth, don''t forget who you are


    Karen''s pretty face instantly turned pale. She had remained by his side as a secretary so he could fall in love with her one. day. They were childhood sweethearts. No one in this world understood him better than her.


    "I don''t want to just be your secretary." Karen''s eyes teared up as she reached out to grab Byron''s arm. "Byron, you know how I feel for you...