Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 763

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes, fueled by pure indignation.

"She hurt me, can't you see that?"

"Where are you hurt?" Andres asked flatly.

Nancy held her wrist up right in front of him.

Andres gave it an emotionless glance.

"Where's the injury?"

Nancy frantically searched the aching spot for any sign of a mark.

But despite the searing pain, there wasn't a single blemish on her skin.

Desperate, she switched tactics, trying to play the delicate victim.

"Just because there's no mark doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Andres, you can't just stand there and let your people bully me like this."

Men always folded when a woman cried.

She refused to believe Andres had a heart made of ice.

Unfortunately for her, she vastly overestimated his compassion.

After weathering countless storms since childhood, a woman's tears were utterly worthless to him.

If Maeve had shed a single tear, he would have pulled her into his arms, comforting and protecting her.

But watching Nancy cry stirred absolutely nothing within him.

"Pfft!"

A sudden laugh broke the tension. Maeve found the whole spectacle hilarious.

"What's so funny, Maeve?" Andres asked.

Maeve didn't mind dragging his reputation through the mud a little.

"I'm just laughing at how terrible your taste used to be. It seems you'd settle for absolutely anything back then."

Andres, catching a stray bullet, was left speechless.

Nancy, publicly humiliated, turned pale.

Maeve gave the stunned Murray and Hans a look.

"I'm starving. Let's go eat."

"Yes, ma'am!" Murray chirped, immediately trailing after Maeve like a happy little puppy.

Biting back a smile, Hans followed suit.

Andres quickly caught up to Maeve, stubbornly lacing his fingers through hers.

"I wouldn't say no to a little uniform temptation right now. Your husband is very much looking forward to it."

For his efforts, Andres was rewarded with a crisp, "Get the hell out."

It wasn't until the group vanished at the end of the corridor that Nancy finally let the venomous rage spill into her eyes.

Humiliating her on purpose, were they?

Fine. She would make those who wronged her pay a steep price.

Inside the VIP private dining room Andres had booked, a famished Maeve tore into the lavish spread without standing on ceremony.

Between bites, she finally answered the question that had been burning in Murray's mind.

"Her skin wasn't broken, but the muscles and tendons took a hit. She's going to be nursing that ache for a few days."

Murray still looked thoroughly confused.

"So how exactly did you manage to hurt her, Miss Vance?"

Andres placed a piece of drunken shrimp—her favorite—onto Maeve's plate and helpfully explained it to Murray.

"The silver needle hidden in her pen generated a concentrated burst of air pressure as it shot past. That air current is what struck her wrist."

Only a martial artist with profound inner strength could use sheer air pressure to inflict damage.