How could this happen?
While she was lost in thought, she looked down and saw Maeve's clear and pure eyes.
Yes, she still had Maeve.
Wren King met her eyes with tearful brightness, choking and unable to speak for a while.
She was truly pitiful.
Maeve, being young, naturally couldn't bear it. She looked up at Caiden Ward's clean and sharp jawline and softly said, "Uncle Ward, please help her, she looks so pitiful."
Caiden Ward's expression changed slightly as he looked into her bright and dark eyes, saying nothing.
Maeve shook his arm, "Please, won't you help her? She's crying."
Her crying really had nothing to do with him, after all.
He wasn't a saint.
Caiden Ward pressed his thin lips, lifted his gaze, and looked at Wren King again.
Blair Chester was superior in all aspects, surely she wouldn't harm her for no reason.
The intrigue between women was no different from the battles in a man's business world. It's just survival of the fittest.
