Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 59

If there was one thing Maeve hated most in this world, it was the business of buying and selling human organs. Luka had stepped right on her line.

If she didn't need leverage, she would've sent him straight to hell without blinking.

When Maeve got back to Azure Bay, it was already past ten.

What surprised her was that Hans was still there.

He was speaking in a low voice to Andres. When Maeve appeared, Hans's face brightened with obvious excitement.

"Miss Vance, you're back."

Maeve nodded, her smile polite and perfectly measured. "Hans. Working late with your boss?"

The way she said Hans, all casual and familiar, didn't sit right with Andres.It felt like everyone around him had somehow become Maeve's friend. Everyone except him.

Hans, oblivious to his boss's mood, looked almost reverent. Ever since surviving the explosion, he'd developed a strange, instinctive admiration for Maeve.

"I had something important to report to Mr. Andres," Hans said. "And I wanted to thank you in person, Miss Vance. The charm you gave me… it saved my life."

He clearly wanted an explanation. What happened had been too unreal.

Every time he replayed the blast in his head, fear crawled up his spine. Death had been right there—close enough to touch.

But Maeve didn't give him what he wanted.

It'd been a long day of mind games and fake smiles. All she wanted now was a hot shower and sleep.

"You don't need to thank me," she said. "You helped me move. I gave you a gift back. We're even."

As she passed through the living room, she noticed a gold-embossed invitation tossed carelessly on the table.

Across the front, in bold lettering: VIP PASS — LUXURY CRUISE.

Maeve's attention snagged.

"As for Mystic Order stuff—I don't know anything about it. If I did, I wouldn't have ended up in that awkward situation with your boss."

With a few light sentences, she smoothed the whole thing over.

Hans's help had been small, but his goodwill had been real. And Maeve had been raised on one unshakable rule: debts—kindness included—had to be repaid cleanly.

Hans helped her, she returned a charm.

Michael helped her, she returned treatment.

She didn't keep emotional tabs, and she didn't leave loose ends.

Maeve yawned quietly and waved at them. "You two talk. I'm going to bed."

She left without saying a single word to Andres.

She took the fastest shower of her life, towel-dried her hair, and called Jasper Jett.