The Heir's Secret Bride

Maeve patted Theo's shoulder. "Good boy, practice hard. Mommy will cheer you on when the competition comes."

""Mommy, hugs and kisses!"

Maeve rubbed against his soft and bouncy little face and then asked, "Why isn't Will practicing with you?"

"He said he's tone-deaf and not interested in singing. He's doing his homework in the room!" Theo had an expression of disappointment. "What does being tone-deaf matter.

It's precisely because one is tone-deaf that one should go and participate in the competition to let others listen. It's only worthwhile to torture others while torturing oneself." Maeve didn't understand. Maeve was greatly shocked.

Don't tell her that it was for this reason that he would participate in the singing competition.

"This is like wanting to perish together with everyone!*

Forced to listen to Theo's peerless heavenly music all night, Maeve was in a daze when she went back to her room to sleep. She couldn't help thinking that she could sing quite well. How could she have given birth to two kids who were tone-deaf? The problem must lie with their biological father.

'Speaking of which, what was Byron's singing like?'

Maeve pictured Byron Mcdaniel singing like Theo and then burst out laughing.

'It was so hilarious. The mighty Mr. McDaniel might be tone-deaf!'

She felt that the gloominess of the entire night had been swept away.

Byron's statement on the interview program last night calmed the growing public opinion online.

All the online trolls and hired commenters disappeared as quickly as the tide receding, for fear of being settled accounts with later.

The real voices emerged and could be heard.

Other than Maeve's friends and clients who had worked with her before, even some powerful people overseas spoke up for

her.

Especially Prince Hosea, the youngest son of the Queen of Erancia, expressed his admiration and high regard for Maeve in his first public appearance after disappearing for five years, stating bluntly that all her wonderful qualities could not be covered up by the mire. Then came Prince Loren, Duke Hudson and his wife, Princess Vegeta, and the chief designer for the royal family....

One after another, big shots sprang up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain to support Maeve and invited her to return to Erancia to develop her career, assuring her that she would definitely not be subject to those unnecessary doubts.

The faces of the group of people who had been waiting to see Maeve's downfall were swollen and their teeth were sore.

[She was just a designer. Where on earth did she get such a wide network of contacts? Even the future heir to the throne was

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speaking for her. Was the Queen going to come out and say something next?]

The Queen certainly didn't have the spare time for that.

However, the fact that so many members of the royal family spoke up for Maeve one after another without being stopped was a tacit admission.

After this incident, Dreamscape's reputation further increased. There were many foreign customers on the appointment list.

Fortunately, Maeve had recruited a batch of new employees some time ago. Otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to handle the workload.

At noon, Warren called to invite Maeve for lunch. He thanked her for what happened at the banquet last night and also had something very important to tell her.

When Maeve arrived, she realized that Arthur was also there.

Seeing her, Arthur stood up like a gentleman and pulled out a chair for her. His smile was hearty and easy to get close to.

Maeve thanked him and asked, "Mr. Richard, are you feeling better?"

"I'm much better. Thank you for your concern, Ms. Reese." Warren smiled gently. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I originally invited Ms. Reese over to have fun with good intentions. I didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen. It really makes me feel ashamed." Maeve quickly waved her hand. "It's nothing. It wasn't caused by you. It's just that those people didn't like me in the first place."

Otherwise, they wouldn't have framed her for stealing.

Arthur poured her a glass of water and smiled. "Ms. Reese is an open-minded girl. You're the most generous girl I've ever met."

eyes shifted/ "Speaking of which, Ms. Reese and Arthur are about the same age and should have a lot in common." Warren's between the two of them. "Arthur is here for the first time and is not very familiar with this place. It would be nice if there was someone to show him around." Maeve touched the tip of her ear. Listening to Warren's words, it seemed that he was planning to play matchmaker between her and Arthur.

This was awkward.

"Mr. Richard, my studio has been rather busy recently. In addition, I have to accompany my fiancé. Otherwise, I would have time to be Arthur's guide," Maeve said tactfully.

Hearing that she already had a fiancé, Arthur looked crestfallen. That's a pity."

Warren smiled and shook his head. He did not say anything else to matchmake them and changed the topic to the purpose of inviting Maeve here.

"You want me to study inside Trazir?" Maeve's eyes were full of surprise. "Won't that be too much trouble? And I really can't get away recently..."

Warren explained, "We have arranged for the heads of various branches to have concentrated study next week. The time is a bit tight. But this is a practical training for the management level which can enable you to manage your own studio better in the future and avoid some detours."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I think you should also hope that your studio will become stronger and stronger one day. So as the boss, you must have enough ability and vision to support your ambition. That's why want you to go." 17:15 Tue, Dec 3.

Maeve was momentarily stunned.

To be honest, Warren had no kinship with her, but he could consider things for her to this extent, which really surprised her.

And he was right. She lacked certain management experience.

Her main job was as a designer. It was normal that she didn't understand management.

But she couldn't afford not to learn. It would be bad for her future development.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Richard." Maeve took a deep breath and calmed down. "I'd like to go back and discuss it with my family. I'll give you an answer at the latest tomorrow. Is that okay?" Warren smiled gently. "Of course. There's nothing okay or not okay about it. You can come to me whenever you've made up your mind."

"Thank you."

After getting off work in the evening, Maeve told the two little ones about her plan to study abroad for a month.

When it came to what Mommy wanted to do, the two little ones always supported her wholeheartedly. This time was no exception.

The two of them even had already arranged who would cook and who would do the housework in the next month, looking like they wouldn't let Maeve worry about a thing.

But as soon as Maeve thought about being separated from them for a month, she felt reluctant.

She really wanted to pack them up and take them with her.

"What's the big deal!" Theo held up the three plane tickets on the table. "Uncle Loren sent the plane tickets over today. He wants us to go and play there for a while. If Mommy is reluctant to leave us, we can all go together!" Will nodded his little head. "I'll be wherever Mom is."

As soon as he thought about being separated from Mom for a month, he wanted to stuff himself into Mom's suitcase and go with her.

'Dad can take care of himself. I don't need to worry about that."

Maeve didn't know the plan in her eldest son's mind yet. Seeing the plane tickets, she just felt confused. "Why did your Uncle Loren send the plane tickets over suddenly? He wouldn't do such a thing without a reason."