“Ms. Reese, you’re overthinking it. My only enemy is Byron,” Neville replied, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. “On this point, we should be on par.Maeve pondered momentarily before replying. I need to see the antidote first; otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss.”Neville chuckled as expected and said, “I’m currently parked downstairs at your studio in a silver-gray BugattiAs soon as he said that, Maeve felt her defenses strengthen. She feared he had anticipated that she wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation.After receiving the antidote. Maeve sent Byron a message: [We need to meet.]Ten minutes later, a black Spyker pulled up outside the studio. After Maeve got into the car, it drove away. “What do you need to talk to me about?” Byron asked, his expression indifferent, hinting at a subtle detachment.Maeve retalled storming into the Mcdaniel Group and scolding him without a second thought last time, feeling a twinge of guilt. After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she said, “Mr. Mcdaniel has been in a coma, possibly due to the poisonous magic. Ive obtained the corresponding antidote from someone and wanted to discuss it with you…”Someone?” Byron turned to look at her, a hint of sarcasm glimmering in his deep eyes. “Isn’t it Neville who provided youwith that?””How do you know that?” Maeve exclaimed, her heart racing. “Are you spying on me?”Byron didn’t answer but instead asked, “He gave you the antidote and sent you to me to administer it to my grandpa?”Maeve sensed that his tone was off and furrowed her delicate brows slightly. “He told me to give it to your grandpa, but I wanted to let you know first…”There’s no need for that,” Byron’s voice turned icy. “This is a matter for the Mcdaniel family, and outsiders have no reaso to be concerned. Besides, with you and Neville both having questionable intentions and a checkered past, why should I trust you? What a joke.” The words “checkered past struck a painful chord in Maeve’s heart. Although she had long known he didn’t trust her, hearing it directly still brought an uncontainable sting of hurt.Maeve’s voice trembled as she replied, “I understand you don’t trust me, and ver expected you to. I’m not foolish; I can see that Neville has ulterior motives. I don’t want you to hand the medicine over to Mr. Mcdaniel, but isn’t it better to at least have some direction?” She thought, Isn’t it simple to conduct a drug test to determine whether the antidote is safe?”Byron’s thin lips curled as he asked, “What has Neville given you to make you assist him in harming Grandpa?””What do you mean by that?” Maeve asked.”Four years ago, you helped my mother after accepting her offer, and now you’re doing the same for Neville.” Byron slowly adjusted his cufflinks, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Do you think I would believe that someone like you is genuinely concerned for my grandpa’s well-being?”Maeve’s bright eyes narrowed, enveloped by an overwhelming sense of suffocation. “I have never accepted your mother’s offer and didn’t come to you to help Neville! Why do you insist on having prejudice on me?””Prejudice?” Byron slowly chewed on the word scoffed “Maeve Reese, you’re still so good at twisting the truth.”Marve wanted to argue further, but he interrupted her coldly, “Get out. I don’t want to see your annoying face right now.”13
