Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 573

To Warren, a young and vibrant girl like Anya was an irresistible delicacy.

He could already imagine how sweet it would be to finally have her.

From the very first time he laid eyes on Anya at a high-society gala, he had made up his mind to claim her as his own.

As the elderly billionaire closed the distance between them, that nauseating, musty scent assaulted her senses once more.

Anya pressed her back flat against the solid oak door, her entire body rigid with revulsion as he stepped closer.

Suddenly, a desperate idea for self-preservation sparked in her mind.

"Mr. Warren, is it true that you want to possess every beautiful woman you see?"

Warren let out an arrogant chuckle.

"Powerful men have always loved beautiful women. It is a tradition as old as time itself."

Even though he was nearing eighty, he still saw himself as a virile conqueror.

Reflecting on his glory days, he firmly believed he still had plenty of stamina left.

Anya latched onto that sliver of hope.

"You know, I have a sister. Her name is Maeve Vance, and her radiant complexion and stunning curves make her a hundred times more beautiful than I am."

"If you absolutely must take one of the Morales daughters to settle this two-hundred-million-dollar debt, you should go after my sister."

At this point, Anya had zero reservations about admitting Maeve was far superior.

"Maeve Vance?"

Warren was surprisingly familiar with the name.

"This supposed sister of yours... you wouldn't happen to be talking about Mr. Andres's girlfriend in Aethelburg, would you?"

Anya froze in shock.

How did Mr. Warren, of all people, know about the relationship between Maeve and Andres White?

Warren might have been old, but he was far from senile.

"You vicious little bitch. You really want to see me dead, don't you? Trying to trick me into touching Mr. Andres's woman."

"You were so eager to throw your own sister to the wolves. It seems your heart is just as rotten as they come."

Anya's face drained of color, sheer panic setting in.

"Whatever you say, I will never marry you!"

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