Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 504

Those few pieces of information were all Nevaeh needed to confirm her theory: Andres had completely discarded Maeve.

Otherwise, a man with Andres's immense power would never let the woman he loved scrape by doing temp work.

With Andres's massive protective umbrella out of the picture, Nevaeh's malicious plan took root without hesitation.

"It's such a pity for a girl as pretty as you to waste her potential. You really should consider the entertainment industry."

"Instead of breaking your back for some no-name company, why not pivot? Find a shortcut to real money."

"If you're interested, I can introduce you to a few heavyweight directors."

"With your looks, as long as you polish your acting skills, the spot for top actress would practically be yours for the taking."

Maeve widened her eyes in feigned amazement. "You really mean that?"

Nevaeh hadn't expected the bait to work so effortlessly.

"We're acquaintances, aren't we? Why would I lie to you?"

She smoothly offered the cocktail she was holding to Maeve.

"Stop drinking that sweet juice. Try this. It's got a fiery kick to it—much more exciting."

Maeve took the glass without a second thought and downed the entire thing in one long gulp.

Watching the glass empty, a sinister smirk tugged at the corners of Nevaeh's lips.

*Oh, Maeve, you poor idiot. You drank my special mix. You're in for a hell of a night.*

Inside one of The Grand Horizon Hotel's luxurious presidential suites, Maeve lay unconscious on a sprawling bed draped in satin sheets, her dark hair fanned out across the pillows.

She slept heavily, entirely defenseless against the danger looming in the room.

Standing over the bed, Nevaeh looked at Donovan. "Is Mr. Yarrow pleased with the result?"

Even Nevaeh was surprised that the fiercely intimidating girl from Corbin's party had been taken down so easily by a single drink.

Of course, she had spiked that drink with a very heavy dose beforehand.

Staring at Maeve's serene, striking features, Donovan felt his entire soul hum with dark anticipation.

The bed wasn't just occupied by a sleeping beauty; it was meticulously arranged with an array of twisted tools.

Whips, canes, and an assortment of degrading toys were laid out in preparation.

The sprawling, opulent suite was now empty, save for Donovan and the helpless girl on the bed.

This young, gorgeous woman was wildly seductive.

Her waist was impossibly slender.

Her curves were breathtaking.

And that face was nothing short of a masterpiece.

Donovan couldn't control himself. He reached out, desperate to trace the soft skin of her cheek.

But just as his fingertips were about to graze her face...

Her eyes snapped open. Her hand shot out, locking onto his wrist like a vice.

Before his brain could process the shock, Maeve backhanded him viciously across the face.

The brutal slap caught him entirely off guard.

Clutching his stinging cheek, he stared at her in utter disbelief. "You dare hit me?"