Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 163

Maeve said, utterly unbothered, "I'm already driving toward the outskirts."

Andres almost saw red.

So she knew she was in danger, and she still decided to run straight toward the emptiest stretch of road she could find?

She really did have a talent for making him want to shake some sense into her.

He ended the call and ordered Murray to move immediately.

The moment Murray heard Miss Vance was being chased, he didn't waste a second. He grabbed the security team, rolled out with more than a dozen vehicles, and tore toward the location Maeve had given.

When Andres arrived with them, the scene made him stop short.

The entire drive over, he'd been imagining Maeve cornered by a pack of men—shaking, trapped, nowhere to run.

He'd even prepared himself for the worst.

Instead, on a deserted road outside the city, several black sedans sat scattered at odd angles, like someone had tossed them there.

A dozen men were piled near the shoulder in a miserable heap, unconscious like discarded laundry.

Maeve sat on the curb, twirling a pen between her fingers, looking bored.

When she saw them, she lifted a hand in greeting. "If you were a few minutes later, I would've just left."

Andres strode straight to her, scanning her from head to toe. "Are you hurt?"

Maeve smiled. "Not even close."

Murray and the bodyguards rushed over, staring at the heap of men. "Miss Vance… what happened here?"

Maeve nodded toward them. "Minor car accident. Not fatal. They rear-ended each other, and then… this."

Andres flicked Murray a look.

Murray immediately went to check. Breathing—yes. Alive—yes. But they looked like they'd been through hell.

Maeve added, almost kindly, "They'll live."

Then she looked at Andres. "I told you not to come. You never listen."

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