Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 501

By the time Maeve carried her gift box into the seventeenth-floor buffet of The Grand Horizon Hotel, a massive cocktail party was already in full swing.

Glamorous guests mingled with champagne flutes in hand, wearing practiced smiles as they chatted enthusiastically with both friends and strangers.

Maeve handed her invitation to the waiter guarding the entrance.

The moment he saw she represented Lab C, his initial judgment of her casual outfit vanished.

He offered a respectful, perfectly polite gesture, ushering her inside.

"Right this way, Miss."

Inside, a dedicated staff member was managing the gift registry.

Taking the box from Maeve, the attendant meticulously recorded it, not daring to show even a hint of negligence.

Naturally, the staff's reverence had nothing to do with Maeve herself.

It was entirely directed at the organization she represented: Lab C.

Even compared to the massive influence of the Grover Group, Lab C's reach was far more formidable.

Once inside the venue, Maeve realized just how drastically her outfit clashed with the elegant atmosphere.

She wore a casual, baseball-style tracksuit.

On her feet were black sneakers, and a black baseball cap was pulled low over her head.

Surrounded by men in sharp tailored suits and women in dazzling evening gowns, Maeve looked exactly like a delivery girl who had taken a wrong turn.

Fortunately, she possessed a bulletproof sense of confidence. As guests threw appraising, judgmental glances her way, she didn't care in the slightest.

She ignored them all, making a beeline for the seafood buffet to kick off her own private feast.

Between bites, Maeve snapped a quick photo of a man standing a short distance away and forwarded it to Naomi Lowell.

Maeve: Is this him?

Naomi replied almost instantly.

Naomi: Where are you?

Maeve shut off her phone screen, refusing to elaborate.

The man in her photo appeared to be in his forties.

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