Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 529

Maeve's heart plummeted.

The code Donovan Yarrow had blurted out instantly flashed through her mind: 076. Was Charlie's horrific death directly linked to Lab C?

Just as she was about to press Stetson for more secrets, the rooftop door clicked open. It was Audrey Sinclair. Stetson immediately shrank into his chair, visibly terrified. The moment she appeared, he clamped his mouth shut, refusing to utter another word.

Maeve mentally cursed. Of all the times to show up, she had to waltz in right at the climax of the conversation. Was she doing this on purpose?

"Well, isn't this a coincidence, Miss Vance? Fancy seeing you here."

Maeve's face remained utterly impassive. "I'm just taking my patient out for some sun."

Audrey glanced at the surprisingly energetic Stetson. "He's recovering awfully fast."

Maeve had zero desire to entertain her. "Time's up anyway. I need to take him back down."

Audrey sneered. "Running away from me?"

Maeve shot her a look of pure, amused condescension. "I figured you'd be the one hiding."

As Maeve pushed the wheelchair past her, she threw a final, chilling remark over her shoulder. "Your shortsightedness makes your entire existence look incredibly pathetic."

Audrey fumed, assuming Maeve was just acting tough to save face. But later that evening, when she saw a spectacular luxury car pull up to collect Maeve, she was rendered entirely speechless. She had seen the strikingly handsome man behind the wheel exactly once at an exclusive gala. It was the man who had been ruthlessly dominating Aethelburg's elite scene for the past year: Andres White.

Having wrapped up the mess at the office, Andres had driven over to take Maeve home. The autumn evening air had grown sharp, so he had thoughtfully brought along a chic women's coat. Right there on the bustling street, he draped it over Maeve's shoulders. The easy intimacy and natural fluidity of his actions made it painfully obvious that their relationship was anything but ordinary. Surrounded by the envious stares of onlookers, Andres whisked Maeve away.

Audrey wasn't the only one watching. Hiding in the shadows nearby was Anya Morales, who had secretly stalked Andres's car. Desperate to negotiate better terms for her impending arranged marriage, she had placed all her hopes on Andres as her ultimate savior. The thought of her parents manipulating and threatening her into marrying a decaying old man filled her with an agonizing mix of despair and venomous rage. She was in the prime of her life. Why should her own blood relatives trade her like cattle to secure their crumbling empire?

Andres was her only lifeline. Tragically, she couldn't even manage to get within twenty feet of him. Watching Andres treat Maeve as delicately as a porcelain doll before driving off, Anya glared at the departing taillights, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated hatred.