Chapter 515

Tears welled in Maeve's eyes. Grabbing Byron's arm, she gasped, "It's not what you think! I dreamt Clem was eating…poop. I told him to stop, he yelled at me. The more he ate, the angrier he got. We fought!"

A silent apology for Clem choked her. Clem, I'm so sorry. I'm sacrificing you to save myself.

Byron's anger froze. The absurdity of her explanation, whether true or not, diffused his rage. He stared, slowly releasing his grip. "I'll believe you…this once."

The crisis passed. Maeve breathed deeply, knowing a less convincing explanation would have had far worse consequences. Byron could be gentle, but cross him, and he'd show you just how brutal he could be. She sometimes feared the darkness hidden within him, a bottomless abyss threatening to swallow her whole. What kind of upbringing forged this unpredictable man? The thought was lost as she succumbed to another wave of passion and drifted off to sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, Byron carried her from the bathroom, tucked her into bed, and set the air conditioner to sleep mode. His phone vibrated. He silenced it, frowning at the influx of new messages. One showed screenshots of a conversation:

Maeve: [Of course it's Clem.] Maeve: [Are you kidding? Is there even a question?] Bonnie: [Let's say you're single, no kids. McDaniel or Clem?] Bonnie: [What about McDaniel?] Maeve: [Don't worry about him. As long as I'm happy with Clem…]

An anonymous message popped up: [Mr. McDaniel, your fiancée is constantly cheating! You deserve to know!]

Byron's eyes iced over. He typed, one-handed: [You've never met the McDaniel Group's legal team, have you? You will.]

[???]

The message sent, Byron deleted it.

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Acolian, seeing the bright red exclamation mark, furiously ripped out her SIM card and tossed it in the trash. Byron's ingratitude stung. She'd given him the "truth," yet he'd blocked and threatened her. *Is this damned male pride? * she seethed. She still had plenty of incriminating chat logs. Byron wouldn't get away with this so easily.

After therapy, Maeve returned to Dreamscape to prepare for their first solo brand exhibition, a crucial test of their success. Months of work culminated in this show; design drafts overflowed half a bookcase. Venue arrangements, model selection, invitation lists—everything demanded her approval.

Despite careful planning, a problem arose. A popular actor publicly refused their invitation, calling Dreamscape "cheap and low-class," advising them to focus on design instead of chasing fame. While other invitees might decline politely, this actor's outspoken nature and sizable fanbase emboldened him. He assumed Byron's fiancée wouldn't dare ban him.

Maeve was baffled. "Who invited him?" she asked Paige.

"Ms. Reese, Bella. She's a huge fan…"

Each designer had personal invites outside the studio's official list. Maeve herself had extended a few, not expecting this level of arrogance. A public response would only confirm the actor's claims; silence was the only option.

Unexpectedly, “[Alexis, Dreamscape]” trended. Alexis, a silent actor since a fan's tragic death, reappeared, creating a media storm. An interview video went viral:

Reporter: What have you been doing lately?

Alexis: I realized my fashion sense needs work. I admire Dreamscape's style and plan to attend their show.

Reporter: Someone called Dreamscape second-rate. Your thoughts?

Alexis: They lack taste.

Reporter: Dreamscape Studio, did you hear that? Best Actor Alexis wants an invite! Show some respect!

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