Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 522

"Maeve," Andres said softly, "I thought we'd already reached an understanding on certain things."

She had unconditionally supported and defended him in public countless times.

She had helped cleanse the bad energy at his family estate.

She had stepped in to save his mother's life when she was at death's door.

Even though Maeve never brought up the topic of romance, every single thing she did made him feel deeply loved.

As if seeing the pain and struggle in his eyes, Maeve's heart suddenly softened. She wasn't a soulless machine. She wasn't a cold-blooded creature incapable of gratitude. From the beginning of their marriage to now, Andres had gone from resisting the arrangement to slowly accepting Griffin's plans. He had constantly compromised, yielded, and given so much. Maeve remembered it all.

"Whitty," she murmured, gazing deeply into his strikingly handsome face. "When this is all over, if I'm still alive, I'll seriously consider our future." It was the only promise she could give him right now. The prerequisite was that she had to survive.

Hearing that promise, the knot of anxiety in Andres's chest finally unraveled. Whether he was reassuring her or himself, his tone was absolute. "You are going to live." No matter who Maeve had to fight in the future, he would always be her unbreakable shield.

Andres quickly regained his composure. "Is this intel reliable?"

Hans nodded. "Eighty to ninety percent confirmed. Boss, back when K was making waves domestically, we were busy expanding our territory in South Africa."

During that time, Andres had operated under the alias 'KING', leading a loyal faction to conquer new ground in South Africa. Had his parents not suddenly met with a tragic accident, Andres would never have entertained the thought of returning to his home country. By the time he finished handling his father's funeral arrangements, the once-glorious K had vanished without a trace from their circles.

Andres frowned deeply. "If K really died, why didn't Quinn mention a word of it when I hosted him at The Imperial?"