Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 738

"Before my brother makes his move, you have to convince Maeve to join the lab."

"She still holds a grudge against me for what happened last time."

"You need to go down there and fix this. Offer her whatever she wants. I don't care about the cost, and I don't care about the terms. Just get it done."

Watching her notoriously arrogant second brother lose his mind over a college student sent a chill down Nancy Grover's spine.

She slowly shifted her gaze back to the massive screen.

Whether by accident or design, Maeve was staring directly into the camera lens.

It felt as though Maeve was piercing through the digital void, locking eyes directly with her.

Her gaze was predatory, radiating a suffocating, dominant aura, looking down on the world like a reigning queen.

Nancy swallowed hard. "Simon, has it ever occurred to you that the genius isn't Maeve herself, but an entire shadow team operating behind her?"

In Nancy's mind, there was no way Maeve was a solo act. She had to be the flashy public face for a massive, hidden syndicate.

Otherwise, it was mathematically impossible for a girl her age to achieve such terrifying technological supremacy.

Simon shot his sister an icy glare.

"As long as signing her gives us access to that tech, do I look like I care if she has a team?"

Nancy was choked into silence.

Ever since she returned from abroad, it felt like everyone around her had completely lost their minds.

And the epicenter of all this madness was Maeve Vance.

It was time she met this woman face-to-face.

She needed to see exactly what kind of black magic Maeve was using to make the most powerful men in the city bow at her feet.

Back at the Science Park, the AI competition carried on.

Reluctantly, the camera crew and the host finally moved on to the next booth.

But Maeve had served the audience a Michelin-star feast right at the opening act.

Now that they were completely stuffed, every other project presented to them felt like bland, unappetizing garbage.

The viewer count plummeted violently, dropping from a peak of nearly three hundred thousand down to a mere thirty thousand.

The stragglers only hung around on the slim hope that someone else might deliver a fraction of Maeve's brilliance.

Free from the blinding camera lights, Elena finally snapped out of her paralyzed daze.

"Maeve... how on earth did you do that?"

Honestly, Elena was drowning in regret. If she had known Maeve's robot was a literal sci-fi masterpiece, she would have secretly studied it when it was locked in the Student Union storage room.

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