Chapter 63
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ryei, casually picking up a utility knife from the table anal slicing open the package.
With a se rastle, a thick stack of photos spilled out of the bos, scattering across the infa
The obscene images by clearly exposed before Hymn’vryes.
the photos, striking provocative poses and flaunting herself, had Maeve’s face–but it wasn’t her.
Byron’s guze turned icy as he examined the photos, his eyes sharp and penetrating
The background appeared to be the living room of Marve’s apartment, and the angle was suspiciously precise–something only a hidden camera, bke the one previously concealed in a stuffed toy, could love captured
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while the overall composition seemed coordinated, there were subale mismatches. The face matched Marve’s, but the body didn’t quite align with the background. The images didn’t blend seamlessly
e quick chance, they might pass as real, but a closer look would reveal the deception
These photos had reached Marve, though. They’d been intercepted by Byron
la whore cand tucked beneath the photos and pulled it out with his long fingers.
Maeve, do you like this little gsfi!]
|¦t these photos get out and your poor driver husband sees them, he’ll probably dump you on the spot, don’t you think?]
(D) you don’t want that to happen, come to Room 1099 at Wrestwood Hotel tonight at 8 PM. Come alone.]
The malice in the words seeped through the paper, completely unmasked.
Byron’s lips curled into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He thought. Whoever made these poorly Photoshopped images actually thought they could blackmail Maeve!!
With a stap, he crumpled the white card into a ball, tossed it along with the photos into a metal trash can, and carried it out to the balcony. After
a match, he threw it in
With whoosh, the flames leaped up, devouring the filth, reducing it all to ash.
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The flickering fire cast a cold, dark light in Byron’s eyes. He thought, “Reckless fool
Marve came out for a drink of water and saw Byron burning something on the balcony. Puzzled, she asked, “Mr. Mcdaniel, if you don’t need something, you can just throw it away. Why burn it?”
Byron turned slightly, the firelight deepening the contours of his face, making his look even more imposing
Marve’s brart skipped a beat, but when she looked again, his expression was back to normal, as if what she had seen was just her imagination.
nothing? Byron replied, his tone flat.
“Burning things indoors is pretty dangerous. Marve said, noticing the he had almost died down. “Be careful it doesn’t spread, and make sure to clean up the floor afterward”
She continued to nag in her usual way
The coldness in Byron’s expression gradually faded. He responded with a low, “Okay.”
“Oh, by the way. I ought a set of glass cups online, but I accidentally opdered too many. Want one? Maeve asked with a smile, holding up two cups shaped like
Byron glared at them “No, they’re too childach”
“What i clubfach alenat tar
Marve muttered, feeling a bit deflated. “Okay, maybe they’re childish for drinking alcohol, but they’re perfect for
grumbling. Byron asked. “Is your shipping address still your okl apartinent?”
“Yeah, I went back today to pick up a
» a lunch of packages”
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“Change the address to here. And try to avoid going back there alone unless you have to
With that, Byron brushed past her and headed to his study.
Maeve assumed he was just concerned about safety around Pinehurst Apartments and didn’t think much of it. She simply took her cup and headed back to her rOOM.
In the study, Byron dialed Archer’s number and spoke in a low, steady voice, “What’s Jeff been up to lately?”
