The Heir's Secret Bride

Byron replied with a deep and charming voice, mixing with uncntrollable emotions, Marve, are you stupid! How dare you beheve my words?"

Maeve froze and stared at him warily. She asked, "What do you mean! You tricked me in and want to torture me again

Byron looked at her vigilance and her moves that were ready to treat at any time. He laughed again and said. "I can't hear

to torture you

As he spoke, he stretched out an arm and pulled her over. He added in a low voice, "Stay by my side obediently, and don't go anywhere"

"Where can I go at this hour?" Maeve mumbled, but she did not break free from him.

The next day.

Maeve and Byron left early in the morning to return to Kleymond. Along the way, she looked at the scenery of Nato and felt a little upset.

Byron's legs were covered by a thin blanket. When he heard her sigh, he turned to look at Maeve and asked, "Why? Reluctant?"

"I originally planned to stay here for at least a month, but I didn't expect to go back so soon." Maeve held her chin and looked out of the window. "I love this lake." Byron was speechless.

For a moment, he didn't know what left him speechless, whether she wanted to stay here for a month or if she couldn't bear to part

with a lake

"By the way, the portrait of the couple who tricked me into going to the unsafe building that day is here. Send someone to look for them. Maeve said as she opened her sketchbook and tore off the drawing paper to Byron.

Byron took it and scanned it. His gaze fell on her sketchbook. "Show me."

Maeve directly handed it over. It was filled with drawings that she casually painted when she was bored. Byron flipped to a page and stopped, his eyes darkened. He held the page and asked her, "Who is this man?" Maeve leaned over to take a look and said, "Aiden. He's Ryan's brother. I met him by accident."

"By accident. But you even drew a portrait of him?" Byron narrowed his eyes. There was an unclear emotion in his voice.

Maeve replied, "Because he did me a favor. I don't have money to

"Why don't you draw for me?" Byron asked.

at him to a meal, so I can only draw to repay him."

Hearing the implication in his words, Maeve felt a little strange. But she thought that she was thinking too much, so she said, "Then may 1 draw one for you now?"

Byron snorted. "Insincere."novelbin

"Don't be ungrateful. I only draw ten portraits every day when I set up a stall. After that, I won't continue even if they beg me. Maeve said.

Hearing this, Byron raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "You're setting up a stall here?"

Maeve nodded and told him about her experiences during the urney without any burden She said proudly. "Look, as long as 1 try my best, there are always more solutions than difficulties Even if I'm in a remote forest, I'm confident that I can survive!" Indeed. Byron had never seen someone like her who never complained about the bad environment. No matter what situation she was in, she could still live well.

Just like the vegetables she planted. They were soft on the outside but tough on the inside. They never lacked vigorous vitality.

Realizing that Byron's gaze had become a little ambiguous, Macys felt inexplicably embarrassed. Then, she changed the topic. Til draw it for you when we get home..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the car suddenly shook!

"Mr. Mcdaniel, there are a few strange cars behind us. They have been trying to overtake us and deliberately rear-ended us." Archer, who was driving, said with difficulty, "The bodyguard car behind us seems to have been blocked by them. What should we do now?" "Continue driving. Try your best to drive on the flat and wide roads. Don't give them a chance to surround us." Byron glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a deep voice, "They have pistols. Try not to get too close."

Archer was nervous and replied, "Okay!"

Macvé suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. When she heard Byron's words, she immediately took out her phone and contacted the police nearby.

Looking down at the winding and uneven road from the sky, three gray cars approached Byron's car. They were like fierce hunters that would not let go of their prey. They were getting closer and closer.

Although Archer's driving skills were good, it was still a little difficult for him to avoid the combined attack of a few cars.

Byron had already gestured for Maeve to sit over. He held her waist with one hand and placed the other hand on the car door. His cold face revealed a trace of nervousness.

If his legs were fine, it would be easy for him to take down these cars with his driving skills. However, he could not move now. He even needed someone to help him get up.

A trace of hostility flashed into Byron's eyes. It seemed that the atmosphere turned more cold.

He said, "Archer, drive the car into the forest and shake them off for about 30 feet. Then find an opportunity to slow down." Maeve subconsciously looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do?" Byron did not answer her. Instead, he took out a silver pistol from the secret cabinet in the car.

The car window rolled down. His strong wrist seemed to be casually placed on it, but in fact, his control of strength was very precise. Pale blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.

At this moment, the car turned a corner and left those cars a distance behind.

Byron's wrist did not move at all. He aimed at the tire of the nearest car and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

The bullet left the barrel with a piercing sound, and the car's tires exploded. The car lost control and crashed on the road. It disrupted the route of the surrounding cars. was 100

were also pierced. It was

After another two consecutive shots, the front tires of the two cars that were trying to catch up late to brake. A car near the outer side of the mountain road overturned the fence and rushed out. 2/3

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Archer accelerated forward in an attempt to leave them behind.

with

Byron retracted his hand wills a light sigh. He frowned slightly if he was displeased. "Not proficient," he said.

Maeve looked at the side of his face that suddenly revealed fierce Her heart was beating faster, and her palms were even slightly numb

Now she understood that his shooting skills were so excellent.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Marve's gaze, Byron turned to look at her with a frown. "Are you frightened?" he asked.

Maeve shook her head, and her eyes sparkling. "No. Your shooting skills are impressive."

She had heard it from Will before, but it was not as exciting and shocking as seeing it with her own eyes.

Byron tilted his head slightly under her gaze. His Adam's apple Holbed. "I haven't used it for too long. I'm not proficient anymore," he said.

"So are we safe now?" Maeve asked.

"No." Byron squinted at the surveillance footage at the back of the car. He added, "Their target is either me or you. We can't continue to stay in this car."

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