Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 550

Jasper looked carefully at Maeve.

"Have you seen him recently?"

Maeve had zero desire to think about the man.

She picked up her glass, swirling the creamy liquid in front of them.

"Let's not let irrelevant people ruin a good drinking session."

Benjamin Bright had been right about one thing. As much as Maeve wanted to slaughter him with her bare hands, she had to keep him alive out of respect for Charlie.

The reason she loathed Benjamin so deeply was because Spark Industries was one of the masterminds behind the incident years ago.

Even if Benjamin hadn't been the one holding the knife that killed Charlie, his actions had directly enabled it. Perhaps, while Charlie was being horrifically tortured, Benjamin hadn't known it was his own younger brother suffering in the dark.

And even though Benjamin had spent the years since trying to atone, Maeve would never forgive him.

Fueled by dark memories, Maeve insisted on keeping her friends there to drink with her.

Eventually, Declan Fulton showed up and whisked Naomi away.

Naomi's alcohol tolerance was notoriously abysmal. Half a glass made her tipsy; a full glass had her completely out cold.

Once Naomi was gone, Jasper immediately texted Andres, letting him know Maeve was knocking back drinks at his bar.

By the time Andres strode into Zero Bar, Maeve was leaning across the counter, giggling with the bartender.

"So your name is Zane Arden. That's a really nice name, handsome."

Maeve was undeniably drunk.

Right after Jasper texted Andres, a minor issue broke out in another section of the club. As the owner, Jasper had to step away to handle it, leaving Maeve in the bartender's care.

Faced with a breathtaking woman playfully flirting with him, Zane was more than happy to step up to the plate.

"Miss Vance, do you have plans for the rest of the night?"

Maeve rested her chin in her hand. Her hazy, intoxicated eyes were devastatingly seductive, and her smile was pure temptation.

"If I said no... would you ask me out?"

Zane was completely captivated. He quickly pulled out his phone, pulling up his contact QR code.

Andres wrapped his arms tighter around her pliant body.

"If I didn't show up, you were about to run off with someone else."

Maeve felt absolutely zero guilt about being caught red-handed by her husband.

Instead, she pointed a finger directly at Zane and asked with absolute sincerity, "Whitty, look. Aren't his eyes pretty?"

To be asked by his wife, right to his face, to admire another man's features brought out a deeply primal, violent urge in Andres to gouge the bartender's eyes out.

Zane shivered violently under Andres's predatory gaze. The silent, heavily armed men behind him looked like reapers straight out of hell.

Despite the blazing jealousy consuming him, Andres kept his voice low and agonizingly gentle when he spoke to her.

"Why do you think his eyes are pretty?"

Maeve hummed softly. "Because they look like someone else's."

Andres coaxed her, his voice tight. "Like who?"