Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 556

"Miss Vance, per lab regulations, you need to sign out here before taking a patient off Sub-Level 4."

The man approaching wore a crisp white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked the quintessential part of a polite, intellectual researcher. Maeve had crossed paths with him a few times since arriving at Lab C. It was Victor, the logistics manager for the floor.

She took the pen he offered and swiftly signed her name on the departure log.

Looking at her bold, elegant handwriting, Victor's eyes filled with admiration. "You have beautiful penmanship, Miss Vance."

Maeve gave a polite smile. "Thank you."

Victor glanced down at 1152. "You're looking quite well today too."

Besides Maeve, 1152 despised every single staff member in the facility. He pretended he hadn't heard a word, sitting silently in his wheelchair, waiting for Maeve to push him forward.

The elevator indicator was stubbornly stuck on the fifteenth floor, forcing Maeve to stand by the doors.

Victor didn't seem to mind 1152's blatant disrespect. He continued making small talk. "Your trial ends in three days, Miss Vance. Will you be staying on to conduct research with us?"

"That depends on whether Mr. Grover's offer is tempting enough," Maeve replied smoothly.

"The leaders of Team A and Team B both mentioned that the Boss thinks very highly of you," Victor noted.

As they chatted, a young female assistant hurried over. She looked fresh out of college. In her hands, she carefully held several transparent vials filled with an unidentified liquid.

Seeing Victor by the elevators, she quickened her pace. "Professor Victor, I have the materials you requested."

Maeve's tone grew interrogative. "Dimethylmercury. A single drop splashing onto the skin is a fatal death sentence. Having your assistant bring an incredibly volatile chemical weapon right next to my patient makes it very hard for me not to suspect foul play."

When signing her contract with Lab C, Maeve had demanded one non-negotiable condition for fairness: she was the only person allowed inside 1152's room. The previously broken security cameras had been repaired, so she could monitor his condition remotely at any time. This was to prevent anyone who wanted her to fail from pulling dirty tricks behind her back.

Victor immediately put on an expression of sudden realization. "Miss Vance, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. Mila is just transporting these samples for an upcoming experiment Team D is running. Besides, the vials are tightly sealed. There's zero chance of a spill."

Maeve's expression remained icy. "Let's hope I'm just overthinking it."

The elevator doors finally slid open. Maeve pushed 1152's wheelchair inside.

Just before the doors closed, she looked at Victor one last time. "Remind Team D to be careful. The lethality of dimethylmercury penetrates straight through standard hazmat gear."