Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 24

Maeve's bluntness stole the momentum, leaving Millie momentarily unsure how to steer the conversation.

Under everyone's scrutiny, Maeve smiled like she couldn't care less.

"I thought students at Aethelburg University were supposed to be smart," she said. "Guess not."

Elena hurried to say, "I never believed any of it."

Mateo nodded. "Me neither."

Mateo's obvious bias made Millie's chest tighten with irritation.

One of Millie's friends nudged her shoulder. "Millie—look over there."

They were in a private room, but the door was open because the dishes hadn't all arrived. The hallway outside was clearly visible.

Millie followed the pointing finger—and froze.

"Uncle Andres."

Andres, out to dinner with a few friends, looked over.

The first person his eyes landed on wasn't Millie.

It was Maeve—impossible to miss, even sitting still.

He murmured something to his companions, then stepped into the room.

His arrival turned the lively table silent in an instant.

Andres wasn't much older than Millie, but the gap between them wasn't age—it was power, rank, and the fact that he ran the White family now.

He scanned the room once, then asked, "Dinner?"

Millie nodded quickly, barely containing herself. "Yes, Uncle Andres. It's the first day back, so everyone wanted to get together."

Andres had six older half-siblings—children the old patriarch had with a mistress.

Back then, the old man had made it clear: he'd provide basic support until they were eighteen. After that, whether they lived or died had nothing to do with the White family.

Even if Maeve came from a small town and didn't understand his status, a man like that sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her would rattle anyone.

Maeve didn't even blink.

Once seated, Andres broke the silence with the ease of someone used to owning rooms.

"What were you talking about? Don't stop on my account."

Millie said brightly, "We were talking about a classmate we just met today. Not a freshman, but it's the first time we've all seen her. Everyone's curious about her story—we were having fun with it."

She pointed directly at Maeve. "Her. The one sitting next to you, Uncle Andres."

Andres turned, interest sparking as he looked Maeve over.

Maeve met Millie's gaze. "What exactly about me is so fascinating to you?"

Millie put on an innocent face. "Your background, mostly. I heard you grew up somewhere... underdeveloped. Coming to a big city all of a sudden—doesn't it feel hard to adjust?"

Maeve calmly peeled a shrimp, unhurried and perfectly composed. "I'm adjusting just fine."