The urgent matter Maeve needed to address was Naomi Lowell.
Ever since Maeve sent her the photo of Declan and Delilah, Naomi hadn't replied once.
Terrified that Naomi might do something drastic out of heartbreak, Maeve rushed back to Aethelburg to check on her.
"Do something drastic over a man? Maeve, since when did you think I was that fragile?"
When Maeve finally tracked Naomi's location, she found her lounging in a lavish VIP suite at The Imperial, playing cards with several breathtakingly handsome male escorts.
These men were young—barely in their early twenties—with flawless skin and visuals that rivaled top-tier male idols.
Judging by Naomi's relaxed posture, she was actually in a fantastic mood.
Pulling Maeve inside, Naomi laughed and introduced them. "Let me introduce you to some eye candy. This is Alan, Aaron, and Adam..."
Then she announced to the men, "This is my best friend in the entire world, Maeve."
The escorts immediately showered Maeve with flattering greetings.
Their daily job was to entertain and please demanding clients.
While their usual patrons were wealthy and powerful, they were almost always older women desperately clinging to their youth with endless injections of Botox.
Compared to them, encountering two naturally stunning beauties like Naomi and Maeve was like hitting the jackpot. The men were eager to pull out all the stops to make them happy.
Taking in the ridiculous scene, Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose.
She knew it. Naomi could act like she didn't care, but she was hurting inside.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be hiding out in The Imperial, throwing money at flashy men to play cards and distract her.
Maeve waved off an escort who rushed forward to pour her tea and peel grapes. "Scram. I need to talk to my girl."
Alan smoothly poured Maeve a glass of red wine anyway. "Miss Vance, whatever you need to say, you can say it while relaxing right here."

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