Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 3

Isla snatched the report and tore it clean in half. "You think you can walk in here with a fake piece of paper and steal my family's money? Dream on."

Maeve smiled. "I made copies."-

Luka's jaw tightened. "What do you want?"

His face stayed controlled, but fear leaked through his eyes in thin, ugly cracks. Had something gone wrong at the hospital?

Maeve saw the panic—and deliberately didn't mention the operating room.

"The Morales empire in the food world," she said, "was built on recipes my mother left behind before the divorce."

"She didn't fight you because the betrayal broke her. But I'm not letting her swallow that humiliation and call it dinner."

"The conservative estimate puts the Morales family at four billion." She shrugged. "I'm not greedy. You've got three days. Transfer two billion to my account."

Anya's composure snapped. "Maeve, don't push your luck. My dad only helped you because you were pathetic out there in the middle of nowhere. Without that charity, you wouldn't even be qualified to step into the Morales house."

Maeve looked her up and down. "And you are…?"

Anya lifted her chin. "The legitimate Morales heiress."

Maeve's expression brightened in exaggerated realization. "Oh. You're the clown who won an award with a security system and started calling herself a genius."

Anya's eyes went red. "Who are you calling a clown?"

Maeve tipped her chin toward the chaos overhead. "A real genius doesn't become a public joke in her own showcase."

Anya's temper flared. She swung a hand to slap Maeve.

Maeve turned her head, letting the strike cut through empty air—then brought her own hand back across Anya's face.

The sound was sharp enough to silence the room.

Anya clutched her cheek, stunned. "You hit me?!"

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