The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 277-

Will kept winking at him. You cout at the wrong time!"

Theo blinked innocently. What do you mean? Why do you all look so weird?"

"Thank you" Maeve held back the explanation that was about to cout of her mouth. She reached out and

rubbed Theo's head. Good job, little miracle doctor."

Theo held his face shyly. "Even if you complimentlike this won't go with you tonight"

"Where do you want to go?" Maeve asked.

"Arcade games!"

Maeve's mouth twitched. 'Give money to the claw machine again? Don't you know you lose 99 out of 100 every

time?

"Dad, can | go together?" Will turned to ask Byron.

"Not for the tbeing. It's not safe outside," Byron rejected him flatly.

Theo remembered what Byron had said and immediately changed his mind. "I suddenly don't want to go there

now. let's go home. What about playing games together? I'm an expert. A headshot king!"

will

"Headshot? Will suddenly recalled sunpleasant memories, but not to dampen Theo's mood, he still nodded.

‘Alright, so regard it as training"

Theo's expression changed after hearing that "Okay, 2 dollars for one round and 5 dollars for two."

Will narrowed his eyes. 'What? How dare you earn your brother's money! And even such an unfair price. I'm not a

fool

Byron, who had been listening to their conversation, could not help but look at Theo's face. He felt that Will

seemed to trear this little fatty differently. At least, he had never seen his son so patient with any other peers.

Byron narrowed his eyes. "Boy, what's wrong with your neck?"

"Huh?" Theo subconsciously touched his neck, but his hand was wet. Perhaps he had sweated during the

acupuncture, the foundation on his neck had melted a little.

Maeve also noticed this and quickly pulled Theo in front of her, blocking Byron's probing gaze.

and

"Letsee it." Maeve pretended to Theo's collar and said nonchalantly, "It's stained with the dust on the wall.

Did you drill a hole?"

"No idea. Theo stood there obediently, letting Maeve fiddle with it.

No one knew if Byron believed it or not, but his gaze never left Theo.

At this moment, Maeve's phone rang.

"Ms. Reese, there is a guest looking for you. He claims to be your younger brother," Paige said over the phone.

Maeve frowned. "Now? I'll be there later."

Maeve had not seen or contacted her parents since they made a scene in the Mcdaniel family four years ago. As

for Horace, they had never been close since they were young, and it was the swhen they had grown up. She

didn't even know how he found her studio. Chapter 277

Half an hour later, at Dreamspace Studio, Maeve strode into the reception room and saw Horace sitting on the

sofa with his legs crossed, playing games with his phone.

He had dyed his hair dark green and wore sunglasses, dressed in a black river jacket and ripped jeans. He

seemed to be trying so hard to look fashionable, but the result was kind of hilarious. There was also a pile of

cigarette burts and chewing gum that he had crushed on the floor. Maeve frowned again and again. It had only

been a few years. How did he beclike this?

"Horace, why are you looking for me?" She walked over and asked bluntly, "Make it quick. I'm very busy"

Horace flipped his phone between his fingers and smiled sarcastically, "Oh, you've really made a big money now.

So arrogant. You don't even take your brother seriously."

"Is that what you're here for? Maeve was impatient and disappointed.

"I don't have money now. Lendsome. Horace put down his legs and said in a self-righteous tone, "This studio

must have made a lot of money, right? It's already on the news, and all the customers are so rich. | don't want

much. Just 100 thousand dollars. Maeve's bright eyes were filled with disappointment. She must have been a

fool to think that Horace would be here to ask how she had been doing for the past four years. It turned out that

he was here just for money.

"I'm your sister, not your mother. I'm not obligated to give you money, Maeve said coldly. "Besides, you have

never treatedas your sister. You don't have to talk about blood stuff. | don't buy it"

Horace blew out a smoke ring. "I advise you to think carefully. | have bros in the underworld. It's not a problem to

ruin your

business."

He had done spreparations in advance. Just a wedding dress here was worth at least 20 thousand dollars.

So 100 thousand dollars wouldn't be a problem for her.

Maeve sneered. "If | don't give it to you, are you going to destroy my studio?"

"You can give it a try. Horace shrugged casually. "My good sister, don't be selfish. You don't have a man or

children now. What's the use of keeping money? Why don't you give it toto start a business? I'll return it to

you when | earn money." "Alright, write an 10U first." Maeve was cold.

"We're siblings. Do we need that thing? Wouldn't you find it embarrassing?" Horace was refusing

"Why didn't you remember that we were siblings before?" Maeve stood up. "If you can't show your sincerity, just

go. Anyway, we don't have much feelings to begin with. And this little bit of kinship was going to be worn down

by you."

Horace kicked the table heavily. "You sold a wedding dress for fucking 20 thousand dollars and can't even bear to

give 100 thousand to your brother? What's wrong with you? Are you still my sister?"

Maeve's face turned completely cold. "Are you done? Get lost. Don't let Horace rolled up his sleeves and looked

like he was about to hit ber.