Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 297

From the lounge area, Andres watched Maeve slap down the black card he'd given her, and something in his chest lifted—bright and strangely satisfied.

He was genuinely happy she was finally willing to spend his money.

The associate's face changed, like she couldn't quite hide what she recognized.

She'd worked luxury retail for years and had seen every kind of card.

But a black card like that? It was rare. The kind with a minimum limit that started at nine figures. Not just wealth—status. The sort of thing only the highest circles could casually pull out.

Mrs. Lowell's brow tightened when she saw it.

Even with the Lowells' standing in Aethelburg, getting a card like that wasn't easy.

But Sienna clearly didn't understand what it meant. She sneered, leaning into the moment. "That card of yours—did you steal it?"

Maeve actually laughed. "If you're saying I stole it, where's your proof?"

Sienna ignored her and turned to Mrs. Lowell with sudden excitement. "Mom, I remember her. I've met her before. She's Naomi's friend."

At Naomi's name, Mrs. Lowell's face shifted, and when she looked at Maeve again, there was open dislike.

"So Naomi's friends are all from the gutter, then?"

That was Mrs. Lowell's definition of Naomi.

A daughter reclaimed too late—raised in an orphanage, surrounded by rough people, coming back with habits she couldn't "fix."

Smoking, drinking—things Mrs. Lowell believed a young lady should never touch. Naomi did them all.

Maeve almost smiled.

Did these two seriously not know who Naomi was involved with?

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