Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 490

Audrey claimed he was just another terminal patient they had swept off the streets, but Maeve knew better. Lab C was ruthless; they never wasted resources on subjects devoid of research value. If 1152 wasn't incredibly special, he wouldn't have made it past the front gates.

The absolute proof was burned into his skin. When examining his vitals, Maeve had spotted a very specific brand scarred into his ankle. Back in the day, the Undying Project had tortured one hundred and forty test subjects. Every single one of them was branded with the letters BS followed by their designated number.

To Lab C, he was Subject 1152. But in the twisted legacy of the Undying Project, he was BS009. The poor bastard had spent his entire life being treated as nothing more than a fleshy petri dish.

Seeing the brilliant, obsessive light in Maeve's eyes brought a genuine smile to Andres's face. "So you're officially ditching me and our bed at Azure Bay tonight?"

"Yep," she replied without an ounce of guilt. "This fresh DNA might finally smash through my research plateau."

Andres didn't hesitate for a second. "I'm staying with you."

Maeve blinked in surprise. "I'm not a toddler, Andres. I don't need a chaperone to look at test tubes. Go home. I have no idea how long this will take. I probably won't sleep a wink before dawn."

His jaw set stubbornly. "I checked the forecast. There's a high chance of thunderstorms tonight."

"So what? The estate has an industrial walk-in freezer. If the thunder starts crashing, I can just hide in there." The freezer was the only windowless, soundproof room in The Quiet Garden. She was terrified of lightning, but she had a survival plan.

Andres hit her with a fatal dose of logic. "And what if a storm hits right when you're in the middle of a delicate chemical extraction? Are you just going to abandon your data?"

Andres responded by shrugging out of his obscenely expensive tailored jacket and pulling a pristine, oversized white lab coat from a nearby hook. Maeve always kept a mountain of cheap lab coats on hand. Rather than washing out chemical stains or patching burn holes, she preferred throwing them straight into the trash. She had bought them in every size imaginable, and miraculously, Andres found one broad enough for his shoulders.

Stripped of his intimidating billionaire aura, the white coat surprisingly suited him, giving him the sleek, brilliant edge of a high-level research scientist.

"I might not be a pharmacology prodigy like you, but thanks to my business ventures, I know my way around a lab," he said casually.

He wasn't bluffing. The White family bankrolled several cutting-edge medical research teams. They might not hold the terrifying monopoly of Lab C, but they were highly respected in the industry. It was exactly why he had been fiercely bidding against Maeve for the Undying Project prototype on the cruise ship in the first place.