Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 592

But her comments were quickly drowned out by the bots Anya had paid for.

Naomi had been so angry she lost sleep for nights on end.

When Anya's internet persona finally crashed and burned, Naomi had thoroughly enjoyed the drama.

She never expected to catch a live sequel just by stepping out for coffee today.

Since there were few customers at this hour, the cafe's waiters trickled outside one by one to watch the spectacle.

After getting their fill of the drama, the waiters hurried back to relay the latest updates to the patrons.

"Does anyone know why that influencer is getting beaten up? She claimed she saved a little girl a while back."

"Later, someone exposed that she didn't save anyone—she actually almost killed the kid."

"See that woman pulling her hair? That's the little girl's mother."

"Once she found out her daughter was almost pushed under a car by that influencer, who then used the incident to build a positive online image, the mom obviously couldn't let it go."

"Who knows if it's Anya's bad luck or the mother's good luck that they bumped into each other on the street."

As the enthusiastic waiter provided the play-by-play, the brawl outside grew even more intense.

Anya had a bit of cunning, but when it came to physical strength, she was utterly useless.

Ever since her body was violated by that lecherous old Mr. Warren, she had been living in daily despair.

She had taken a week-long leave of absence from the university, claiming she was unwell.

She just wanted to get out and breathe some fresh air, only to run into the little girl's mother on the street.

Which deity had she offended to suffer such miserable luck lately?

First, she was brutally beaten by Leah Ford.

Then, she was completely ruined by Mr. Warren.

And now, a lunatic was blocking her path and beating her mercilessly.

When a heavy slap landed squarely on Anya's face, her simmering rage reached its boiling point.

"Enough! If you dare touch another hair on my head, I'll call the cops and send you to rot in a cell!"

Anya's threat was answered with another vicious slap across her face.

Inside the cafe, Naomi couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as she watched Anya take the beating.

"Serves her right. Someone with venom running through her veins like Anya deserves to be taught a lesson."

"You jerk, you ended up using the forbidden arts anyway! Are you out of your mind?"

Just as Naomi lunged to snatch the shell from Maeve's grasp, Maeve calmly and gracefully slipped it back into her bag.

"Don't waste your energy. While you were watching the drama, the chip's password was already cracked."

As long as she could uncover the truth from a year ago, Maeve was willing to use any means necessary.

Although the chip's password was broken, the folders inside were still encrypted.

It would take a bit more effort to see the actual contents.

Fortunately, the remaining passwords weren't as agonizing as the S-level one.

"You..."

Naomi couldn't find the right words to lecture Maeve anymore.

Maeve snapped her laptop shut with a slick motion.

"Alright, if you have the energy to scold me, you might as well go use it to act cute in front of Mr. Declan."

"I have to take a long trip in a bit. Whatever you want to say, save it for when I get back."