Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 517

Seeing Maeve like this was entirely jarring for Andres.

Just that morning, they had woken up tangled together in the same bed.

Barely a few hours later, she was looking at him like he was a total stranger.

Andres stepped toward her, keeping his movements measured.

"I heard you ran into a little trouble. I didn't want you getting hurt, so I came to check on you."

Only Hans and Murray fully grasped the massive understatement of that sentence.

For Maeve, their boss had nuked a critical quarterly board meeting without a second thought.

It was glaringly obvious that her place in his heart eclipsed everything else.

Seizing the distraction, Naomi snatched the pill from Maeve's hand.

She looked frantically at Andres.

"She hypnotized this piece of trash four times in a row. It's pushing her body way past its breaking point."

Hearing that she had abused her hypnotic powers so recklessly made Andres's stomach drop.

"She's suffering The Backlash?"

Naomi didn't bother sugarcoating it.

"Yes. Her mind is completely frayed. If we don't stop her now, she's going to suffer permanent damage."

Maeve suddenly let out a chilling laugh.

"Who says I'm frayed? I am perfectly in control."

Noticing the terrifying shade of red bleeding into the whites of her eyes, Andres reached out and firmly gripped her wrist.

"Maeve, your eyes are bleeding."

She pulled back, her tone disturbingly clinical.

"It's fine. Just elevated intraocular pressure. It will subside shortly."

She tried to shove him toward the door.

"I'm not finished here. You go on home. Don't wait up for me tonight."

She had finally cornered someone who knew the truth about Charlie's death. There was no way in hell she was walking away from this interrogation.

Furious, Naomi screamed at her.

Four consecutive deep-dive hypnoses had completely obliterated her stamina.

She couldn't even form the words to argue.

Watching the color drain entirely from her face, Andres didn't want to linger in the slaughterhouse a second longer.

"Thank you for looking out for her tonight, Miss Lowell."

"I'll have my men escort you home safely. As for the trash on the floor, I'll deal with it."

Andres shot Murray a sharp, meaningful look.

"Make it clean. Don't leave any loose ends for outsiders to gossip about."

Murray nodded curtly. "Consider it done, Boss. There won't be a single trace."

Even though Donovan was less than nothing to Andres, he was still technically an Aethelburg executive.

Getting beaten half to death at his own birthday party in a hotel owned by the White family was a PR nightmare waiting to happen.

If the police got involved, it would bring entirely unwanted heat down on Maeve.

Whatever started this, Murray was going to ensure the entire mess was buried before it ever saw the light of day.