Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 56

Andres lifted his glass. "Have fun."

Declan gave a faint smile. "Let's hope so, Mr. Andres."

"Sure," Andres replied, the politeness lukewarm at best.

After the obligatory small talk, Declan slid an arm around the waist of the woman beside him. "We'll take off. See you around."

Andres dipped his chin and watched them go.

As Declan's date brushed past Maeve, she shot Maeve a look loaded with subtext. Maeve answered with a smile that didn't explain a damn thing.

Quinn came striding back, phone still in hand, urgency all over him. "Something just came up. I have to leave tonight. Maeve, I can't drive you home."

Maeve waved him off. "Go handle it."

Quinn tossed out a quick goodbye to the group and disappeared without looking back.

Michael volunteered immediately. "Where do you live, Miss Vance? I'll drive you."

Andres killed his enthusiasm with a flat stare. "You've been drinking. You're not driving."

His gaze cut to Maeve, sharp with unspoken meaning: "I'll take her."

Anya, who'd spent the entire night getting shut down, rushed to cling to Andres's arm.

"Mr. Andres, can I ride with you? I still haven't found the earring I dropped in your car last time. My mom gave it to me for my birthday. It's important."

Maeve lifted a hand in a casual goodbye. "I've got somewhere to be. I'm heading out."

Andres's eyes narrowed. "A girl going to meet someone this late? Not a great idea."

It wasn't midnight, but it definitely wasn't early.

Maeve pulled on her face mask out of habit. "Some meetings you don't skip. Night, everyone."

Andres watched her walk away, his expression darkening into something ugly.

Anya saw it all.

Then, only seven days later, the hospital called again—critical condition.

Maeve hadn't lied. The drug bought, at most, a week.

For his son's life, Luka had no choice but to meet Maeve again.

They met at a restaurant owned by the Morales Group—one of Luka's usual places for entertaining.

The private room was his, too. And to keep Maeve in a good mood, he'd ordered the kitchen to put together a lavish spread.

"Maeve," Luka began, forcing warmth into his voice, "your medicine worked. Ansel's alive for now. I'll be direct—today I need you to introduce me to that miracle doctor."

Once he got access to the doctor, that bastard boy would stop being useful leverage.

Maeve had barely eaten at The Imperial—just some fruit—so she was actually hungry. She didn't turn down free food, and when she heard Luka's request, she smiled.

"He travels," Maeve said lightly. "No fixed address, no schedule. If he doesn't come to me, I can't reach him."