Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 60

Lucifer had already been waiting on the bed.

The moment Maeve came out, the little snake slithered over at top speed like an overexcited kid, winding up her leg and then up her arm.

Maeve couldn't resist him at all. She let him do whatever he wanted.

When Jasper picked up, the background noise was loud and chaotic.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Maeve asked. "I need you to act as my attorney. I'll pay standard rates."

"Hold on," Jasper said. "Let me find somewhere quiet."

Less than a minute later, the noise vanished. "Okay. What's going on?"

Maeve didn't hide anything. She told him exactly what she'd negotiated with Luka.

Jasper went silent for a beat, then blurted, "Your deadbeat dad actually agreed to transfer the estate into your name?"

Maeve added, "Plus two hundred million."

Jasper sounded even more excited than she did. "Maeve, your negotiating is insane."

Maeve stayed cautious. "Until the paperwork is done, nothing's guaranteed."

"I need you there as my lawyer—someone official to keep them from pulling something behind the scenes."

Jasper hesitated, then asked carefully, "Does the Morales family know what's hidden in that estate?"

Maeve's voice cooled. "Not yet. If they did, they wouldn't have agreed so fast."

"Leave it to me," Jasper promised. "I'll make it airtight."

She'd barely hung up when a message from an unknown number popped onto her screen:

"I thought you were dead."

Maeve smiled as she read it and typed back fast, "You're still alive. How could I bear to die?"

The reply came instantly, "Cut the crap. Send me your address."

Maeve typed, "Naomi, shouldn't you be with Mr. Declan at this hour?"

Naomi shot back, "I hid for a year and you still have the nerve to tease me?"

Andres kept coming, one step at a time, until Maeve's instincts kicked in and she scooted backward toward the foot of the bed.

In the process, she pressed down on Lucifer's tail.

Worried about hurting him, Maeve shifted her weight—sacrificing her own balance.

Her body tipped back before she could catch herself.

Right as she was about to fall, Andres reached her and caught her around the waist.

But he moved too fast, too hard.

They went down together, landing in a tangled heap.

Maeve's head knocked into Andres's chin, and the same spot on his lip, already bruised from her bite, split open again.

Andres stared at her, one hand clamped over his bleeding mouth, looking genuinely speechless.

"You did that on purpose," he said. "Didn't you?"