Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 145

Before coming to Aethelburg, Maeve had researched the Morales family. She knew every last name and face.

Ansel, on the other hand, had only heard of Maeve. He'd never met her.

Sneaking out of the hospital for dinner with his buddies, he'd stumbled onto a knockout like this—way more interesting than the bland little nurses at the ward.

Emilio held up his phone and crowded closer. "Tell me your Instagram. I'll send you some cash. Eighty-eight bucks enough?"

Maeve looked at them like they were something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. "I don't collect strangers."

Ansel grinned, predatory. "Once we get your handle, we're not strangers. We'll each send you eighty-eight. Adds up."

Maeve's mouth curved, cold. Ansel was even more shameless in person than the reports suggested.

She knocked Emilio's phone away with a flick of her hand. "I don't need your money. Take your eighty-eight and go buy yourself some candy."

Maeve hadn't hit hard at all, but Emilio deliberately loosened his wrist. The phone slapped the floor with a sharp crack.

The air tightened.

Emilio's smile turned ugly. "Brand-new phone. Almost a grand. Now you broke it. You've got two options, sweetheart—pay me back a hundred times over, or pay with your body."

Ansel and two others stepped in closer. "Four guys and one girl," one of them said, laughing. "That's a party."

Maeve's pupils narrowed. "Here's a friendly warning: I have a bad temper. I don't take humiliation well."

They burst out laughing.

Emilio laughed the loudest. "Did you hear that? This girl says she has a bad temper."

The others joined in, faces twisted with mockery.

Ansel lifted his chin, dripping arrogance. "You're just some club worker. Your face is how you make your money. We're even talking to you as a favor, so don't get cute."

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