Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 620

"This clubhouse is where my meetings are taking place," Andres replied. "Maeve, why are you here?"

It suddenly clicked.

Whatever summit he was attending must be incredibly high-stakes.

It had drawn out major corporate titans like Declan Fulton, Benjamin Bright, and now Mason Reed.

"I told you at dinner last night. I came here to meet someone."

Another elevator chimed, signaling its arrival.

She gestured toward the doors.

"I'm heading to the fifteenth floor. You?"

"Let's go together," he said smoothly.

He was just about to ask if she had finished her meeting when the steel doors slid apart.

The car was already occupied.

To Maeve, the two men inside were total strangers.

Without a second thought, she stepped in.

But when Andres caught sight of one of the men, his expression immediately hardened.

Noticing he had stopped dead in his tracks, she gave him a puzzled look. "Come on."

Andres finally stepped inside, flanked by Murray and Hans.

The man standing behind Maeve let out a disdainful scoff. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Andres. Throwing your weight around as always, I see."

"Are you aware the entire summit had to be delayed until one-thirty this afternoon strictly because of you?"

The voice belonged to Nolan Nichols, the man who considered Andres his ultimate rival.

Standing next to him was the executive assistant who had accompanied him to Lumiere City.

Maeve was just reaching out to press the floor button.

Hearing the blatantly passive-aggressive tone, she stopped and turned to look at him.

With zero regard for politeness, she looked right at Andres and asked, "Who is this?"

While she might have won the genetic lottery, her taste in fashion was cheap and completely unrefined.

Maeve always preferred athleisure.

She didn't care about designer labels or expensive fabrics; comfort was all that mattered.

Besides, she hadn't come to the clubhouse to attend a lavish gala.

She was here under duress, forced by Sterling to meet someone she couldn't stand.

She had absolutely no reason to dress up like a peacock showing off its feathers.

As a result, Nolan immediately wrote her off as some low-class opportunist.

Just another pretty face who had managed to climb into a billionaire's bed to become his flavor of the week.

Consequently, he also wrote Andres off as a shallow playboy who thought with his lower half.

The undisguised mockery and disdain in Nolan's eyes ignited a lethal spark in Andres's gaze.

"Nolan, are you really that deluded about your own self-worth?"