The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 444 "I'm sorry, but I already have a partner." Macve shook his head and declined politely. "Thank you for the invitation." Tomorrow night, the palace would host a banquet to mark Tom's official return. The banquet had been prepared for nearly a month. As soon as Maeve arrived in Erancia, Tom and Loren invited her, along with two little ones.

Of course, the dance partner Meave was talking about was her children.

Meave was not lying since Will and Theo wanted to dance with her.

Arthur looked disappointed but he did not try to push her. He told Meave that he would cto the banquet only to see Meave and left.

Maeve returned just in tfor the end of the practical course that Trazir had organized for the training. The gowns she had submitted earlier were set to be showcased at the afternoon show. The top three would receive additional points that would be included in the training assessment review All the people had prepared for today's show a month ago.

Meanwhile, Maeve did not even take the preparation like the others. Her preparation was making two gowns overnight.

Fortunately, Maeve had handed it before she was kidnapped. Otherwise, she would not be in the show.

Meave sighed while thinking about that.

She arrived at the show with the others and began preparations for the show in an hour.

Just as Meave was arranging the gowns for the model, someone walked past Maeve with scissors and other tools.

Its sharp end was pointed in her direction, shining with a chill against the bright lights overhead.

Maeve turned pale. She took a few steps back and hit the corner of the dressing table. It was so painful and her eyes were slightly moist.

"Meave, what's wrong?" The model asked her in confusion. "I feel a little relaxed here." Maeve clenched her fists tightly to prevent herself from thinking about the scene just now. She took a deep breath and walked towards the model. "It's fine. Lettake a look." The preparations for the show were in full swing, and an hour passed quickly.

The show was different from the usual. It was an auction model show. Most of the invited VIPs were rich and noble.

Maeve's gowns were numbered 9 and 21 respectively. As the gowns were shown, the highest auction price was 20 thousand dollars.

One was in the middle and the other was at the end of the line.

Unexpectedly, the first gown did not make any attraction.

No one raised their placard.

When the model walked over the catwalk, she felt invisible. The VIPs did not take a glance at the model, For a moment, Maeve was stunned. She saw the situation from behind the curtain. She did not understand what had gone wrong, She was completely confident in her work. Although it might not match the gowns others had spent a month perfecting, she refused to be dismissed or overlooked. What was wrong?" "Meave, it's only the first gown. Don't be discouraged. Someone will raise the placard later," the beautiful designer who had a good relationship with her comforted her. Maeve smiled at her. "You're right." She calmed down and continued watching the show.

In the end, her second gown was still quiet. For sreason, the VIPS below the stage gave mocking and disdainful expressions.

"She offended Princess Fiora and still dares to stay in Erancia. She's bold." "Even if the princess is in trouble, she's still a princess. A powerless commoner like her will be dealt with sooner or later. Who would be stupid enough to buy her work?" "Of all people, why did she have to offend Princess Fiora? Her uncle is the future crown prince, and her mother is the eldest princess. The other princesses of the royal family don't dare to challenge her directly. This designer's path is narrow." "No matter how beautiful the gown is, if you offend someone you shouldn't offend, you'll be a pile of trash. Who would offend the princess for a small designer like her?" "Just wait. Princess Fiora will settle scores with her after her punishment. Let's not get involved." The arguments in the VIP seats were quiet. It was difficult to hear if one did not pay attention.

After the auction ended, everyone's works were sold regardless of the price. Only two gowns were not sold. They were Maeve's.

Maeve could not help but doubt herself. 'Could it be that I had been too complacent recently, causing my ability to decline? Could it be that the gown I made was not as good as I thought?' Her ears burned as she reflected on herself.

At that moment, the auctioneer of the show suddenly said, "VIP number 6 bids for number 9, a million dollars, the first time..." Everyone was in an uproar. "Was he crazy? The highest price was only 400 thousand dollars. Who had a mind that could go straight to a million dollars?" Another VIPs said, "Wasn't he afraid of offending the royal family? He was too bold!" Maeve was also very surprised. For a moment, she thought that she was misheard..

No one raised the bid. Work number 9, Maeve Reese, sold for a high price of a million dollars. Then, the auctioneer read out her work number 21. "Number 21 bids for a million dollars." The crowds in the show beclouder and louder. Everyone looked around for the rich bidder who was not afraid of death.

But they could not find out who it was.

Both gowns were bought by VIP No. 6 at a high price, but the bidder did not show up, causing heated arguments among VIPS.

After the show ended, the bidder found Maeve and handed her letter left behind by VIP No. 6.

[The gown is beautiful. Don't be discouraged.] It was a line of words written by a man.

Maeve held the letter with tears in her eyes.

The fact the mysterious person was willing to bid for her gown at such a high price meant that her design was not as bad as she thought.

The others did not like it, but they did not have good taste!' Maeve should not doubt herself. She regained her confidence. At that moment, someone cto shout. She then put away the letter and followed. Behind the burgundy curtain facing Maeve stood an elegant and upright figure.

"Sir, why don't you spend 2 million dollars to do something? You can't eat or wear two gowns like this. feel sorry for your money." His assistant covered his chest and felt his heart ache for the money. "That was 2 million dollars! It was not a thousand dollars!" Zephyr frowned. "Why can't I wear it? Auntie likes Trazir so much. It's perfect for her. I don't even feel sorry for myself. Why do you feel sorry for me?" "It's mainly because your price is too high." The assistant bit his handkerchief. "In terms of the auction price of the other gowns, you're more than enough to spend a million dollars to buy two sets." "Don't you think it's worth it?" Zephyr replied.

The assistant wanted to say that it was not worth it, but on second thought, Zephyr's auntie usually wore gowns at banquets that were more expensive than Maeves's. Moreover, they were not as good-looking as that. From an aesthetic point of view, it was worth it.

The assistant felt that something was wrong. He was usually thrifty, unlike other rich second-generation heirs who were extravagant and lived like veterans. At that time, he was so generous.

'Can you imagine how terrifying it would be for a domineering CEO who could use a thermos bottle for two years to suddenly spend money to buy two women's gowns?' The assistant complained in his heart.

Zephyr did not think it was a big deal.

to spend that bit of money. Just now, when he saw Maeve standing behind the curtain with a shocked expression, he always suspected that she would jump off a building like last time. It was impossible for him to be her scapegoat again.