Chapter 108
“Maeve, take him to court. I’ll do everything in my power to help you. I’m confident we can win p>
Maeve’s eyes lit up at his unwavering certainty. But then, thinking of her parents—who had nearly lost their life’s work because of her—the light faded from her eyes, and she twisted the fabric of her shirt nervously.
“Jonathan, I p>
“It’s all right,” Jonathan said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
A fleeting touch. After offering a moment of comfort, he pulled his hand back, maintaining perfect boundaries.
“My promise to you will always stand. Whenever you’re ready, just send me a text, and I’ll step in p>
When he found out she had returned from Silveridge to the Capital, he had guessed that something terrible had happened between her and Frederick.
Knowing how sensitive she was, he hadn’t pried.
Right now, offering her practical help was more important than anything else.
Maeve felt her eyes sting with tears. “Thank you, Jonathan p>
In this massive metropolis, Yvette and Jonathan were among the few people who showed her genuine warmth.
They were both such wonderful people.
“Also, I’ll hold the studio for you. You can pay in installments, or launch your business first and pay when you turn a profit,” Jonathan said, pulling a set of keys from a drawer and handing them to her.
“Of course, this was Yvette’s idea as well. She’s not hurting for cash and is more than happy to do you this favor p>
Maeve pursed her lips, feeling deeply embarrassed.
“This is way too huge of a favor p>
“It’s nothing,” Jonathan chuckled.
“Isn’t this what connections are for? Yvette and I are your network. You need to leverage us when the time comes p>
A wave of warmth washed over Maeve’s heart. She took the keys with both hands, clutching them tightly as if they were a precious treasure.
“Thank you p>
Jonathan noticed her tiny gesture, and the corners of his lips curved upward.
From the moment they met until now, Maeve had always been incredibly genuine. She had never changed.
He glanced at his watch, then looked back at her.
“It’s getting late. Care to grab dinner before you head back p>
Maeve didn’t refuse. She jogged over to his side.
“It’s my treat this time p>
Jonathan tilted his head and smiled at her.
“Don’t worry, I won’t fight you for the bill p>
Maeve returned his smile. The two of them hopped into his car and drove to a nearby private diner.
While ordering their food, they briefly went over the studio details.
Jonathan was one of the few people aware of her messy situation with Frederick.
He suggested that she keep the studio registered under Yvette’s name for now. That way. if Frederick tried anything, she would still have a safety net.
Maeve thought it made perfect sense, so she agreed.
She was currently in the eye of the storm; it was better to build her empire quietly behind the scenes.
Once her foundation was solid, she could reveal her true capabilities to the world.
Dinner was very pleasant, and afterward, Jonathan drove her home.
When they arrived at the gates of her neighborhood, Maeve pushed the car door open and stepped out. Jonathan followed suit.
“I’ll walk you back. It’s dark, and it isn’t safe for you to walk alone p>
Maeve gave a small nod. “Okay p>
They chatted easily as they walked down the street.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept past, causing Maeve to shiver.
“Are you cold?” Jonathan asked softly, moving closer to her.
Maeve was terrible with the cold, and her voice carried a slight tremble when she replied.
“A… a little p>
Jonathan instantly slipped off his suit jacket and draped it carefully over her shoulders.
“Wear this to block the wind, otherwise you’ll catch a cold p>
Feeling that it was inappropriate, Maeve opened her mouth to decline, when the sharp crack of a dead branch snapping underfoot reached her ears.
She whipped her head around toward the sound.
Frederick was standing in the shadows, one hand buried in his trouser pocket. His tall, imposing frame emanated a suffocating, oppressive aura.
His handsome face was completely obscured by the darkness, masking whatever emotion he was feeling. The only thing visible was his dark eyes, plercing through the night like sharp blades. locking directly onto them.