Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 836

"She wanted me to sign a contract with the lab, and she apologized for Subject 1152."

Simon's tone was absolute.

"You rejected her!"

"That's a statement, not a question," Maeve replied smoothly.

Simon stared at her, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

"When you initially agreed to join Lab C, you had an ulterior motive, didn't you?"

Maeve felt a flicker of surprise.

Simon Grover was significantly sharper than she had given him credit for.

He took a slow, calculated step toward her.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?"

Maeve remained perfectly unbothered.

"Why don't you take another guess? What exactly was my grand motive for infiltrating Lab C?"

They were standing so close now that only inches separated them.

"Lab C houses classified data that you intended to steal."

Maeve raised her index finger and gave it a slow wag.

"I don't think 'steal' is the appropriate verb here."

Simon's gaze darkened.

"Since you rejected the offer so ruthlessly today, I can only assume you've already acquired whatever you came for."

A provocative gleam danced in Maeve's eyes.

"What do you think?"

Simon reached out, attempting to forcefully grip her chin, but Maeve effortlessly caught his wrist mid-air.

"Getting physical is a terrible habit."

Her grip was terrifyingly strong, clamping down so hard that Simon couldn't even flinch away.

"Maeve, I never expected you to have so many hidden, unpredictable layers."

"Since we're laying all our cards on the table, why don't you explain why you've repeatedly spat on the Grover Family's invitations? Do you have a personal vendetta against us?"

Maeve's smile turned wicked.

"Keep guessing."

"Is it for Andres..." Simon began, but quickly shot down his own theory.

"No, you aren't a lovesick fool. You wouldn't orchestrate something this massive over petty jealousy."

Maeve finally released his hand.

"Even if Andres White tries to shield you, your odds of survival are essentially zero."

Showing zero mercy, Maeve forced the window up, tossing out one final sentence just before it sealed shut.

"We'll see who ends up in a body bag."

What neither Maeve nor Simon realized was that they weren't alone.

Their entire tense standoff in the parking lot had been observed by the occupants of a sleek black van parked a short distance away.

Hans asked the question with extreme caution.

"Mr. White, where to next?"

He mentally kicked himself. Passing by earlier, he had noticed Maeve's car parked on the street and foolishly pointed it out.

That single remark prompted his boss to demand they pull over and wait.

And true to his fears, waiting had unveiled a massive problem.

Even from a distance, they couldn't hear what Maeve and Simon were discussing.

However, the fact that Maeve had aggressively ignored her phone the entire time had clearly sent Andres into a quiet, simmering rage.

Hans prayed the couple wouldn't tear each other apart over this, providing an opening for unwanted rivals.

Andres's face was a mask of cold stone; it was impossible to tell if he was furious or heartbroken.

"Take us back to Azure Bay!"