Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 621

Cosmos Corporation certainly held a degree of influence in Gotham.

But making an idiot like Nolan Nichols disappear wasn't exactly a difficult task.

Nolan raised his voice.

"You talk a big game, Mr. White. Are you implying you want to wipe me off the map?"

Andres was about to respond when Maeve pressed a hand against his chest, holding him back.

She cast a remarkably serious glance at Nolan.

"Sir, let me take a wild guess. Have you been getting incredibly lucky in the romance department lately?"

"Especially last night. I bet you had a wonderfully pleasant time with a woman you've lusted after for a long time."

Nolan's expression froze.

Maeve crossed her arms over her chest.

"To be honest, I've had a knack for reading people's fortunes since I was a kid, especially men who have a particularly robust love life."

"Looking at your striking features and strong jawline, it's obvious you were born into a wealthy family."

"Unfortunately, while your innate luck is good, your recent choices are dragging you down. Specifically, there's a dark aura hanging over you right now, which is going to severely impact your future."

Maeve scrutinized Nolan with reckless abandon.

Suddenly, she let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise.

"The woman you spent last night with is actually a walking disaster, completely tainted with bad luck."

"Now that you've hooked up with her, your life is only going to spiral downwards."

Anyone would fly into a rage upon hearing such a blatant curse.

"Bullshit!"

Maeve held up five fingers right in his face.

"Whether it's bullshit or not, let the facts speak for themselves. Within five seconds, you will shed blood."

At that moment, the elevator arrived at the fifteenth floor.

Maeve grabbed Andres's hand and pulled him out of the elevator.

"Let's get away from this bad luck magnet before we get dragged down with him."

Andres initially thought Maeve was just putting on a dramatic act.

But a second later, the perfectly stable elevator suddenly gave a slight jolt.

It seemed Nolan had somehow offended the universe itself.

Just as he was about to stand up, he accidentally stepped on his own blood that had dripped onto the marble floor.

His foot slipped once again, and he went down hard.

This time, he crashed heavily onto his knees.

With a loud thud, he landed squarely in front of Andres.

Even Andres winced in sympathy for Nolan's kneecaps.

"Your sincerity in apologizing is truly admirable, Mr. Nichols."

Nolan was so furious he couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

Mostly because he was in too much pain.

Maeve shot Andres a meaningful look.

"Let's go. I told you, if we stand too close to a bad luck magnet, we'll end up cursed too."

After they had walked a safe distance away, Andres asked in a low voice, "Did you secretly use your powers again?"

How else could Nolan have been so incredibly unlucky?