Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 124

Maeve smiled, shamelessly calm. “It’s a prototype. Still in my lab.”

Andres didn’t know what to do with the feeling in his chest.

He’d never imagined that one day he’d end up as Maeve’s personal test subject.

He tried to salvage some dignity. “The anti-inflammatory you gave me afterward—that was approved, right?”

Maeve shot him a look. “Name one over-the-counter anti-inflammatory that can make a grazed bullet wound scab over in twenty-four hours.”

His blood went cold. “So that was also a prototype?”

Maeve didn’t deny it.

Something in Andres’s sense of reality shifted, hard and irreversible.

“Declan,” he said, forcing his voice steady. “He’s out of danger now, isn’t he?”

Maeve’s expression finally turned serious. “You knew he was on the edge like that?”

“I knew before you did,” Andres admitted.

Compared to everyone else on the yacht, Declan had always been built differently—something he’d been born with.

Whatever Lincoln had slipped into the food made most people sick for a few hours. Declan, though, had a severe allergic reaction and ended up hospitalized.

Andres hadn’t expected the mastermind to send an assassin to the hospital to finish the job.

And he definitely hadn’t expected the person to pull Declan back from the brink to be Maeve.

When the SUV rolled into the grounds of Azure Bay Villa, Maeve asked quietly, “The hit on Declan… it wasn’t you. Right?”

Andres lifted a brow. “You’re that sure?”

“Anyone with a brain wouldn’t choose a moment this sensitive to stage an assassination,” Maeve said.

Andres gave a small nod. “Whatever our conflict is, it’s not worth killing over.”

“The person pulling strings might disagree.”

Maeve found her fascinating. Ever since Maeve moved into Azure Bay, the girl had been hostile for no obvious reason.

Maeve could practically write the melodrama herself: the poor maid with the tragic past falls for the handsome master of the house, dreams of becoming someone important someday… only for a new woman to show up, one after another, and then—worst of all—one gets brought home.

In Remi’s imagined story, Maeve was obviously the villainess who existed solely to ruin the “true love” plotline.

Andres had no idea what was playing in Maeve’s head. He only saw the faintly wicked smile on her face and tugged her back to reality.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Maeve nodded. “A little.”

Andres turned to Jasmine. “Make something light.”

“Yes, sir.” Jasmine headed for the kitchen.

Remi forced a smile at Maeve. “Mr. Andres doesn’t usually eat late at night. Looks like he’s making an exception for you, Miss Vance.”