Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 541

Maeve rubbed her chin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"She's certainly eager to throw herself into the spotlight. It looks like Anya Morales is gearing up for something massive."

Her gaze slid over to Andres, taking in his striking features.

"She's really pulling out all the stops to secure her place in the White family."

Andres arched an eyebrow.

"You think she pulled this little stunt just to marry me?"

"What else would it be?" Maeve shot back.

"Where is the logic in that?" He honestly couldn't bridge the gap between Anya orchestrating a viral rescue and her desperate need to become his wife.

Maeve chuckled. "Birds of a feather, right?"

"I thought we were finally on the same wavelength."

Maeve picked up a walnut half and popped it into Andres's mouth.

"They say you are what you eat. Brain food."

Even though the walnut tasted perfectly fine, Andres felt a distinct sting of insult to his intelligence. Knowing Anya's character, he obviously understood that her making this an internet sensation was completely calculated. He just couldn't figure out her exact endgame.

Maeve curled a finger, gesturing for him to come closer.

Playing along, Andres leaned in.

Maeve murmured a few words against his ear.

When she pulled back, a look of profound realization washed over his face.

"People actually play games like that?" he asked.

"Some people's minds work in delightfully twisted ways," Maeve said with a shrug. "If Anya had just kept her head down, nothing would have happened. But the moment she entertained malicious intentions, The Backlash was inevitable."

A sudden spark of excitement lit up Maeve's eyes.

It completely defied her capable persona.

Maeve cleared her throat, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable.

"To be honest, all those jobs? I worked for the same boss."

It didn't take Andres long to connect the dots.

"Griffin?"

He had almost forgotten that Maeve was the treasured daughter of the legendary Mr. Griffin.

Maeve nodded.

"Exactly. The pay was a miserable pittance, and he made me learn a million different skills every day—except cooking. My dad always said slaving away in the kitchen was a man's job. A girl just needed to learn how to make money. With money, you can have anything. Without it, you're at everyone's mercy."

So, from the time she was little, the only people who had ever cooked for her were Griffin and Charlie Wilson.