Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 409

Quinn casually swirled the remaining ice in his glass.

"Do you remember that little prophecy I gave you a while back?"

Andres's memory was flawless.

"No debts from the past life means no meeting in this one. If you meet now, a debt is owed."

Back when he first heard that phrase at The Imperial, Andres hadn't grasped its deeper meaning.

Looking back at it now, everything clicked into place.

It made him painfully aware that his marriage to Maeve was written in the stars.

He was immensely grateful to fate for orchestrating their paths to cross in a world full of billions.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hayes. I'll cherish her."

He assumed Quinn would keep digging into the topic.

But instead, Quinn completely shifted gears. "Have you been looking for someone recently, Mr. Andres?"

Andres gave him a calculating look, trying to gauge his angle.

He was looking for someone: the master he had encountered overseas.

Calling him a 'master' was a bit of a stretch in terms of age, though—the man looked to be in his early thirties, barely older than Andres himself.

But his abilities were so ungodly that Andres revered him as a mentor.

Quinn chuckled at Andres's defensive posture.

"Relax, I'm not the enemy. I'm just giving you some friendly advice."

"Stop wasting your time on dead ends."

"If that person doesn't want to be found, you could spend ten lifetimes searching and still come up empty."

Andres was genuinely surprised.

"You know who I'm looking for?"

Quinn gave a cryptic smile.

"Remember what I told you. Hang the wind chimes there, the mirror there."

"When you hang the gourd, make sure the lid is off."

"Tomorrow morning at exactly seven, you seal the lid tight."

The staff scrambled to follow her highly specific instructions, hanging and placing items precisely as commanded.

Elijah and Ian were also working in overdrive.

One was setting up a perimeter to banish evil energy.

While the other orchestrated a layout to attract good fortune.

It was a well-oiled machine.

When Maeve returned from her call, she watched the staff running around like headless chickens under the trio's command.

Ian, who was staring intently at his compass, nearly walked right into her.

Realizing he was about to collide, he stumbled backward—and caught his foot on something solid.