With that thought in mind, Za swiftly pulled out her phone and messaged Maeve. Maeve''s phone buzzed. As she checked it, the message read, "Conner is outside."


    She frowned slightly. Just as she was nning to put away the documents on the table, there was a knock at the ward''s door. Bryce''s attention was drawn to the door. Upon seeing Conner''s face, he quickly realized the need to conceal Maeve''s identity.


    He said calmly, "I''m sorry, but now isn''t a good time for visitors. Mr. Jefferson, please wait outside for a moment."


    Conner appeared unfazed by Bryce''s refusal. He simply took a seat on a bench in the corridor.


    Noticing that Conner wasn''t peering into the ward, Maeve quickly covered all the documents on the table. She exchanged a knowing nce with Bryce, who nodded in agreement. With that settled, Maeve proceeded to open the door.


    "Mr. Jefferson, what brings you here at this hour?" she asked.


    "I heard Bryce was injured, so I came to check on him," Conner replied, rising to his feet.


    He stood at least ten inches taller than Maeve, casting a figurative shadow over her. Stepping back, she maintained some distance between them.


    "Bryce was in a car ident. Did you not know, Mr. Jefferson?"


    It was all orchestrated by ra. Someone must be backing her if she had the nerve to act.


    After a moment of silence, Conner uttered, "Let''s be frank, Ms. Scott, Nathalie does bear responsibility for Bryce''s ident. I just found out myself. She acted without my consent. If I had known—"


    "If you had known, Mr. Jefferson, you would have made it even more seamless to cover for ra''s actions, wouldn''t you?" Maeve interjected coldly.


    Conner had always portrayed


    himself as a deeply affectionate man, unconditionally supporting


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    ra and handling everything for her.


    Sensing Maeve''s skepticism, Conner spoke gravely, "I would have stopped her. Personal grudges aside, she shouldn''t break thew."


    "I might believe it if it''sing from someone else. But from you, Mr. Jefferson, I don''t believe a word," Maeve retorted icily.


    "ra will pay for what she did. Stay out of this if you truly think she was wrong."


    "I"


    Conner''s words were cut short by Bryce''s voice that came from inside the room. "How much longer are you going to talk out there?"


    Maeve pushed open the door and walked in, with Conner close behind.


    Conner''s eyes instinctively fell on the spot where Maeve had been sitting.


    Thick foldersy on the table, now closed and hiding their contents. Maeve''s figure blocked his view,pelling him to look away.


    Conner spoke earnestly, "Mr. Grant,


    the ident was our fault. I''ll cover all your medical expenses and any rted losses. Please have your finance team send me an itemized bill


    Bryce smirked. "I don''t recall ever offending you, Mr. Jefferson."Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Conner instinctively nced at Maeve. The message was clear. ra''s actions against Bryce were a warning to aim at Maeve.


    Everyone in Seathburn City knew


    Bryce was the financial pir of the Scott family. If something happened to him, the ie for Mirage Group would greatly diminish.


    "Bryce, since Mr. Jefferson is willing to pay, we should ept his offer," Maeve said with a smile.


    "After all, he is doing this to keep ra out of prison, isn''t he?"