Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 767

Barton didn't even flinch at his sister's unhinged demand.

He elegantly sliced off a piece of steak, chewed it slowly, and calmly gestured for her to sit down.

"Take a seat and tell me what happened. How exactly did Maeve offend you to the point that you want her dead?"

Remembering the utter humiliation Maeve had just put her through, Nancy wished she could drag the girl straight to hell right this second.

"She crossed me, that's all that matters. The details are irrelevant."

"Barton, I know the only reason you run these stupid competitions is to harvest talent for the family."

"But as long as the money is right, those so-called 'elite geniuses' will trample each other just for a chance to work for the Grover Group."

"As for Maeve, she might be a little clever, but she clearly doesn't know how the real world works."

The dull throb in her wrist was fraying her last nerve.

"Since she doesn't know her place, it's better to just get rid of her now."

In the past, Barton might have indulged his sister's psychotic tantrums.

But after watching Maeve dominate two consecutive matches, he recognized the beautiful girl as a once-in-a-generation mastermind.

As a ruthless businessman, he refused to destroy an asset that still held immense exploitative value.

He poured Nancy a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, his tone patronizing, as if coaxing a spoiled toddler.

"Nancy, you just got back from recovering abroad. Your health is still fragile."

"Listen to me. Stay home, rest up, and stop running around exhausting yourself."

"Before you left, you were absolutely obsessed with Andres, weren't you?"

Barton tipped his chin toward the wall separating their rooms.

"I called you here today specifically to set up a chance for you to bump into him."

The suffocating memory of Andres treating her like garbage by the elevator slammed into Nancy's chest like a boulder.

"Stay out of my personal life, Barton."

She would never admit to him that, even wearing this flawless face, she couldn't seduce a single man.

Blissfully unaware of what had just gone down, Barton continued to tease her.

"If you're feeling shy, I can walk you over there and reintroduce you."

"I asked you to play a role. Can't you even manage a decent imitation?"

Nancy went dead pale.

She opened her mouth to argue, but ultimately swallowed the words.

Snatching her bag back from the assistant, she stormed off, fuming.

"Choke on your steak. I have places to be."

Watching the door slam hard enough to rattle the frame, Barton sneered and shook his head.

"Arrogant, impulsive, no respect for the law, and casually talking about killing people."

"The Grover family runs legitimate businesses. We don't cross legal lines."

The assistant standing by immediately slapped on an agreeable smile.

"Absolutely right, Mr. Grover."

Everyone on the inside knew exactly how deep and bloody the Grover family's waters truly were.

Barton picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and muttered something his assistant didn't quite catch.