Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 674

Hans tapped the brakes and glanced out the window.

He realized they were passing Zero Bar, the club owned by Maeve's friend, Jasper Jett.

Several black sedans idled aggressively by the entrance.

A group of massive, muscular men were ignoring Jasper's frantic thrashing, hauling him toward a dark SUV.

"Miss Vance's friend is getting kidnapped," Hans blurted out.

He knew exactly how tight Maeve and Jasper were.

If they let him get snatched right under their noses, they would have hell to pay with her later.

Andres was already acutely aware of that fact.

"Can you identify those plates?"

In Aethelburg, a license plate could usually tell you exactly who you were dealing with.

Andres's own vehicle, for example, had a distinctive vanity plate.

Hans narrowed his eyes at the sedans.

"Out-of-state tags. No idea who Mr. Jett pissed off this time."

"Boss, do we intervene or let it go?"

Andres didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second.

"We intervene, and we hit them with everything we've got."

Jasper was just as important to Maeve as Naomi Lowell.

He had to neutralize the threat before things went irreparably south.

"Radio the escort vehicles. I don't care what it takes, cut those cars off."

Whenever Andres traveled, he rolled with a detail of at least eight security vehicles.

Maeve constantly mocked him for being over-protected.

Even Andres found it a bit obnoxious.

But the perk of a massive entourage was that, in crucial moments, they could handle a lot of unnecessary headaches.

Her latest pharmaceutical trial had hit a breakthrough, and she'd been practically living in the lab waiting for the final test results.

The ignored calls confirmed she was knee-deep in her work.

Andres settled for sending her a text: "Jasper's in trouble. I'm handling it."

Meanwhile, the vehicular warfare continued raging down the avenue.

It wasn't until they cleared the downtown gridlock that his men finally found their opening.

The SUV holding Jasper was brutally forced onto the shoulder and pinned.

Andres's convoy formed an impenetrable steel barricade around them.

Flanked by bodyguards, Hans marched toward the lead vehicle.

He rapped his knuckles against the tinted glass, signaling for the occupants to show themselves.

The window glided down, revealing a shockingly familiar face.

"Mr. Thorne? What are you doing here?"