Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 70

"Quality aside," Maeve continued, voice light, "with an attitude like yours, aren't you worried you're handing the brand a PR scandal?"

Maybe it was her imagination, but the associate suddenly felt a chill, like the plain-looking girl had snapped into something dangerous.

Not wanting to lose face, the associate snapped, "Two hundred and eighty-eight thousand. Can you afford it?"

Maeve, freshly in possession of two hundred million, was about to pull out her card just to slap the woman's pride—

when a snide laugh came from behind her.

"Are beggars this shameless now?"

Maeve turned.

And there she was—an old acquaintance.

Isla. Her stepmother.

Of course. The former starlet still had that glossy, preserved beauty even at her age. She was draped in jewelry, designer clothes, and a limited-edition handbag—wealth worn loudly, like perfume.

The associate's entire demeanor flipped the moment she saw Isla. She rushed over with eager reverence.

"Mrs. Morales! What an honor. We just brought in a new collection a few days ago—designer pieces, all handcrafted. They suit your status and your elegance perfectly. Shall I bring them out for you?"

Isla didn't even acknowledge the flattery. She pointed her disdain straight at Maeve. "Being in the same store as someone like her lowers my standards."

Maeve nodded as if she agreed wholeheartedly. "Rare moment—we think alike. Safe travels."

Isla's voice shot up. "You should be the one leaving. Do you think a place like this is for someone like you?"

"Someone like me?" Maeve asked. "What kind of someone am I?"

Isla's words were razor-edged. "A broke little nobody who doesn't belong in rooms like this."

The associate's eyes gleamed. She smelled gossip. "You two know each other?"

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