Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 48

Corbin had something to deal with and wasn't there.

Anya and Sarah were close friends, and when Sarah heard Andres would be present, she'd pulled strings to get Anya included.

Anya had come hoping to inch closer to Andres.

Instead, Michael brought Quinn and Maeve straight over and gestured for Anya to move.

"Andres," Michael said, all smiles, "told you I'd deliver. I got him here."

Michael knew Andres had private matters to discuss with Quinn, and he expected Anya to take the hint and clear out.

Anya didn't budge.

She'd fought for that seat. Why should she give it up?

Michael's expression cooled. "Miss Morales, do you really not know how to read the room?"

He had no idea Maeve and Anya were related. And with his status, he didn't particularly care whether Anya was offended by Maeve's presence.

Even if Anya had a reputation as a genius student, to Michael she was still… nothing.

This wasn't a party. This was business.

Anya hadn't been on the invite list. She'd slipped in as "my friend's boyfriend's friend" and now wanted to squat at the center like she belonged there.

The audacity.

Anya edged closer to Andres, putting on a wounded expression. "I won't interfere. I'll be quiet."

Quinn, unlike Michael, knew exactly who she was.

He smiled, polite and razor-sharp. "If this young lady is going to be Mrs. White someday, I'm sure Mr. Andres won't mind her hearing a few personal matters."

The line was cruel in its precision.

Anya's face went red.

Andres withdrew his gaze and nodded at Quinn, polite and distant. "I asked Mr. Hayes here because I'm looking for someone."

Quinn's smile stayed courteous. "Then say the word."

Andres didn't bother with extra formalities. "I want to hire K. Can you make an introduction?"

Quinn's expression paused for half a beat, and his eyes flicked to Maeve.

Maeve calmly ate from the fruit platter as if she couldn't hear them at all.

The fruit was clearly flown in—sweet, crisp, nothing like what you bought at a grocery store.

Quinn forced his gaze back. "To be honest, K doesn't take jobs anymore. And I don't know where she is."

The fact that Quinn had been Ksite's first client wasn't exactly a secret.

Back when Ksite was still a tiny, unknown corner of the internet, its slogan had been almost laughably blunt: Pay the price, and you'll get what you want.