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.

But Donovan had grown entirely disgusted with the fading woman waiting for him at home.

There was no way he would let such a boring, plain woman lower his status in front of his peers.

The loud smack against Nevaeh's skin echoed slightly.

It didn't physically hurt much, but being publicly degraded like this made her smile falter.

"Mr. Yarrow, stop teasing. Everyone is watching. If you keep grabbing me like that, I'm going to leave bruises."

Nevaeh kept the bright smile plastered on her face, even as her stomach churned with revulsion at his shameless behavior.

If her agency hadn't forced her to act as his companion tonight, she would have never come within a mile of a psycho like him.

Yes, everyone in the industry knew Donovan was a sadistic lunatic.

From what she had heard, over the years, he had tormented and destroyed at least eighty D-list actresses, if not more.

Rumor had it the CEO loved twisted games, and his methods were exceptionally cruel.

Tonight, Donovan had specifically demanded that Nevaeh attend his birthday party as his date.