Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 45

Maeve's drowsiness vanished in an instant.

She tossed the badge and the note into the trash without a second thought, slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed for the back entrance.

Parked by the service door was a Ferrari in a color that practically screamed for attention.

A tall, devastatingly handsome man lounged against the driver's side door, relaxed as if he owned the place. He wore a designer silk set in that modern "heritage" cut rich guys loved, equal parts old-world cosplay and runway.

Around his neck hung a flawless emerald pendant that caught light like a spotlight. On his wrist sat a strand of dark carved beads, and on his thumb a heavy signet ring with an ornate crest.

From head to toe, he looked like money learned how to walk.

When he spotted Maeve, he lifted a hand in greeting. "Maeve. Over here."

Maeve took one look at him, put on a blank expression, and turned to leave like she'd never met him.

Behind her, he called, "Mr. Griffin sent me."

Maeve walked another few steps, then doubled back. "Where's that old man?"

The man opened the passenger door and gestured with an exaggerated flourish. "Get in. We'll talk."

"I drove."

"Your beater should've been retired years ago," he said, eyeing her like she'd confessed to eating off the floor. "Aren't you embarrassed taking it out in public?"

Before she could protest, he put a hand on her shoulder and guided her into the passenger seat, which was really just a polite shove.

"Relax," he added, snapping her seatbelt in with infuriating confidence. "I had the area cleared. No randoms, no phones. No one's snapping pictures and starting rumors about us."

Only then did Maeve realize the back gate, usually buzzing with students, was completely empty. Not a single person in sight.

She exhaled through her nose. "Quinn. It's been forever, and you're still as obnoxiously flashy as ever."

What Maeve couldn't stand was how Quinn never entered a scene quietly. He had the kind of face that drew attention on its own, and he still insisted on pairing it with luxury cars and expensive clothes, like he was determined to announce to the world that he was, in fact, a walking spectacle.

Quinn didn't seem remotely bothered by her sarcasm.

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