Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 760

The reason she declined eating with Silas and the team was that Andres White had a private lunch waiting for her in the top-floor VIP suite.

Besides, there were a few things she needed to discuss with him face-to-face.

Just as the elevator doors were about to slide shut, a limited-edition Hermes bag thrust through the gap.

The sensors triggered, and the metal doors slid open once again.

A woman stepped inside. She looked to be in her early twenties, tall, with a stunning figure and striking features.

She was draped head-to-toe in designer labels.

As she stepped in, a subtle, elegant fragrance filled the confined space.

Every single movement she made practically screamed that this beautiful, impeccably dressed woman came from old money.

Seeing Maeve standing there, a flicker of genuine surprise crossed the woman's face, causing her to freeze for a split second.

Maeve absentmindedly twirled her phone, her expression completely flat as she met the woman's gaze.

How interesting.

She had just finished dealing with Luke Grover, and now she was bumping into another one.

Nancy Grover. The woman who apparently had a highly publicized, envious romantic history with her nominal husband, Andres White.

Judging by the reaction she just witnessed, it was painfully obvious Nancy had already investigated her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked so stunned.

As for exactly how much she had dug up, Maeve wasn't worried.

There were certain secrets no one would ever uncover unless she personally handed over the files.

No matter how capable the Grovers thought they were, digging into her true foundation was a fool's errand.

"Are you getting in or not?"

Seeing Nancy just standing there staring, Maeve's patience snapped.

She absolutely loathed having her time wasted by irrelevant people.

Nancy quickly recovered her composure, stepping into the elevator with practiced elegance.

She had watched the livestream of the tech competition from Simon's office.

The girl on screen was undeniably gorgeous.

Nancy had assumed the cameras were just using heavy beauty filters.

She never expected Maeve to look even more breathtaking in person. No wonder the incredibly arrogant Simon Grover had taken an interest in her.

Driven by pure, instinctual competitiveness, Nancy refused to let Maeve outshine her.

She straightened her posture, lifted her chin, and radiated the haughty aura of Aethelburg's elite.

The building had twenty-nine floors.

"So, which one are you?"

Nancy was absolutely speechless.

She hadn't expected this girl's tongue to be so viciously sharp.

Refusing to back down, Nancy sneered.

"You might look pretty, but you're nothing but a classless brat."

Maeve let out a dark, arrogant laugh.

"Having class depends entirely on what kind of trash I'm dealing with."

"Some people are worth my patience. Others are just born completely worthless."

Maeve looked her up and down with a mocking smile.

"Take a wild guess which category you fall into."

There wasn't a single curse word used.

Yet every single syllable felt like a brutal slap to Nancy's face.

Just as Nancy was about to completely lose her temper, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

Standing right there in the hall was the tall, breathtakingly handsome Andres White, flanked by Hans and Murray.