Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 480

Then he added, "But keep it low. Some people don't like a noisy environment."

In Room 1919, Benjamin's word was absolute law.

The DJ didn't dare hesitate, immediately queuing up a smooth, atmospheric track at a much lower volume.

Bowen was still crumpled on the ground where she had kicked him.

The crowd was too shell-shocked to even think about helping him up.

Maeve let out a blatant scoff.

"At least you know your place."

With practiced flair, she popped the cork off a bottle of red wine, skipping the decanting process entirely, and casually filled Benjamin's glass.

Her pour was violently sloppy.

Crimson liquid splashed everywhere, heavily staining Benjamin's bespoke suit.

Through it all, Benjamin sat completely still, not even flinching to avoid the mess.

Maeve grabbed the overflowing glass and slammed it onto the table in front of him with a loud crack.

The glass didn't break, but the wine sloshed violently, splashing him a second time.

The two women clinging to him gasped in horror.

They peeked up at Benjamin, waiting for the explosion.

His clothes were ruined, yet he sat like a mountain, letting Maeve do whatever the hell she wanted in front of everyone.

Maeve waved a dismissive hand at the two women.

"Move. I want this seat."

The women weren't about to give up their prized spots.

They held onto his arms tighter, refusing to budge.

Maeve's voice dropped into a dangerous drawl. "I said move. Are you deaf?"

Benjamin's voice rumbled with quiet authority. "Get out."

The women smirked triumphantly at Maeve.

"Did you hear him? Mr. Bright told you to get out."

Benjamin slowly turned his head to them. "I told you two to get out."

The women froze.

Seeing the murderous chill settle into his eyes, they scrambled up and fled without another word.

Maeve unapologetically claimed the spot next to him.

She nudged the spilled glass of wine toward him.

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