Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 173

Andres's warning came out like ice. "Watch your words."

Gianna's resentment boiled over. "Before Dad died, he left instructions. He told us not to turn on each other."

Andres cut her off. "What Dad meant was: stop trying to assassinate me."

Gianna: "…"

Maeve burst out laughing. "Whitty, you've really had it rough."

When Maeve laughed from the heart, her eyes curved into crescents—beautiful enough to steal a breath.

Andres got so caught in that smile he didn't even register what she'd called him.

Emilio hadn't expected to kneel here and still end up with this outcome.

His expression turned vicious. In a sudden motion, he yanked a knife from his waistband and lunged straight for Andres.

If he was going down, he'd drag someone with him.

Maeve snapped her leg out and kicked a nearby trash can across the floor.

It rolled perfectly into Emilio's path.

He tripped, pitched forward, and slammed down in a humiliating sprawl.

The moment he moved, more than a dozen bodyguards led by Murray poured in from every corner of the villa.

In less than three seconds, Emilio was pinned face-down, unable to move.

Andres never even stood. He stayed seated, calm and unmoved, like none of it deserved the effort.

Gianna, on the other hand, was shaking. That idiot had just poured gasoline on a fire—he'd actually attempted an assassination.

She could practically see it now: soon, there would be no place left in Aethelburg for the Rodriguez family to stand.

Gianna and Emilio were dealt with efficiently and sent away. Azure Bay settled back into its earlier calm.

Andres asked Maeve, "It's the weekend. Any plans?"

Before Maeve could answer, his phone rang.

He glanced at the number and lowered his voice. "I'm going to take this in the study."

Maeve jolted awake.

The dream evaporated instantly, leaving only the lingering sense that it had been strange—important.

But what it had been about, she couldn't remember at all.

She checked the time. She'd been out for less than twenty minutes.

And the first thought that rushed back was the same one she'd had before falling asleep: what was it she'd missed?

Andres came down the stairs at an easy pace, freshly finished with his call.

He took in Maeve's lost expression, her hair mussed and wild. "You fell asleep?"

Maeve stared at him, but her thoughts were miles away.

The way she looked—like her soul had wandered off—was, to Andres, bizarrely adorable.

"Still half-asleep?" he murmured.

Maeve nodded obediently. She really did feel foggy.