Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 710

Was this really happening?

She saw a photo of Nancy hugging him, and her reaction was to sever all communications? Was she actually this insanely jealous?

Murray, completely failing to read the room, started cursing.

"What kind of brain-dead psycho pulled a stunt like this? Sending Miss Vance a picture of that scheming lunatic assaulting the boss?"

"If I catch the bastard who took this, they're dead meat."

Hans coughed loudly, trying to reel Murray in.

"Miss Grover's last name is Grover, not lunatic."

Throwing insults around might cross a line if the boss still cared even a tiny bit about optics.

But Murray saw absolutely nothing wrong with his choice of words.

"I'm not wrong, she's a total psycho."

"What kind of decent woman pulls a stunt like that?"

"She was the one who dumped the boss back then."

"He respected her choice, so she should have had the decency to stay away and act like a stranger."

"You don't get to dump someone and then crawl back acting like a victim, begging for a second chance. Who the hell does she think she is?"

"Not to mention, the boss flat-out told her he was with Miss Vance, and she still clamped onto him like a desperate octopus."

"She took the word 'shameless' to an entirely new level."

Remembering how Nancy had degraded him and Hans as servants, Murray's anger flared even hotter.

Sure, they worked for the boss.

But after so many years of going through hell together, they were closer than blood brothers.

Yet in Nancy's eyes, they were just lower-class subordinates.

Maeve, on the other hand, treated everyone equally. She genuinely viewed them as friends.

He had no idea where Nancy got her sickening sense of superiority, but every word out of her mouth was repulsive.

Hans knew that once Murray hated someone, even the way they breathed offended him.

He just patted Murray's shoulder in solidarity.

"You should be thanking God that Mrs. White's last name is Vance and not Grover."

While Andres was tearing the city apart looking for her, Maeve was currently having the time of her life gorging herself at a hotpot restaurant.

Sitting across from her was a strikingly handsome young man around her age.

He looked about twenty and was wearing a men's varsity-style bomber jacket.

Whether by accident or design, it was the exact same style of jacket Maeve had thrown on before leaving the house.

They were both young and exceptionally good-looking.

To any casual observer, they looked exactly like a couple deeply in love.

They were even wearing matching outfits.

Watching Maeve devour the food like she hadn't eaten in days, the young man pulled two napkins from the dispenser and handed them over.

"No one is trying to steal your food. Slow down, you've got sauce all over your face."

Maeve took the napkins and wiped her cheek.

She shot the boy a withering glare.

"Silas Thorne, did you do this on purpose? You knew you were meeting me, so you deliberately wore a matching outfit?"