Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 515

Hans rarely saw Andres look this shaken.

Knowing Maeve might be in danger had them all on edge.

But with her phone turned off, they were flying completely blind.

While Andres kept redialing Maeve's number, Murray was frantically calling the hotel's front desk.

"Did you get through?" Hans demanded.

Murray shook his head in frustration. "The line is dead. Keeps giving me a busy signal."

Andres ordered coldly, "Call the hotel manager."

"I already did," Murray replied. "Every single one of their phones is out of service."

The Grand Horizon Hotel was owned by the White family.

Andres never expected something this vile to happen in his own territory.

Hans frowned, realizing things didn't add up.

"The front desk is dead, and the managers have no signal. Boss, you don't think someone hijacked the hotel's network, do you?"

Andres's mind immediately jumped to Maeve.

She was the only person capable of quietly crippling an entire hotel's security network without setting off a single alarm.

But why would she do that?

According to Linden's account, when Nevaeh approached her, Maeve didn't brush her off. Instead, she happily played along.

She even drank the spiked cocktail knowing exactly who handed it to her.

Andres knew Maeve. She was fiercely intelligent; she didn't make amateur mistakes.

Given the bad blood between her and Nevaeh at Corbin's party, anyone with half a brain would know the actress was up to no good.

Yet Maeve had smiled, chatted, and taken the drink anyway.

The entire setup reeked of something darker.

Did she go to The Grand Horizon tonight specifically to trap him?

Hans shot him a withering glare.

"Are you blind? It's rush hour!"

The streets were completely gridlocked.

Every intersection they hit was backed up for miles. He had already taken the least congested routes, but the traffic was still brutal.

By the time they finally screeched to a halt outside The Grand Horizon Hotel, it was already eight o'clock.

As the ultimate shadow owner of the establishment, Andres visited the property maybe once a year.

When he strode through the main entrance, flanked by Hans, Murray, and a legion of bodyguards, the lobby manager nearly dropped his clipboard.

He rushed over, sweating profusely.

"Mr. Andres! What brings you here at this hour? Are you doing a spot inspection, or entertaining guests?"

If it was an inspection, the manager prayed the hotel was up to standard.

If it was for a guest, he needed to rally the staff immediately to prepare a VIP suite.