Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 840

Throughout the drive, Daisy nervously checked the rearview mirror over and over again.

Maeve immediately sensed her anxiety.

"What are you looking at?"

Daisy lowered her voice to a fearful whisper. "I think we're being followed."

Maeve had spotted the trailing convoy miles ago.

"They aren't here to hurt us. Don't worry about it."

Privately, she felt a twinge of guilt for Andres's elite bodyguards, who had spent the entire night freezing outside The Quiet Garden.

The estate was incredibly close to Aethelburg University, and the drive took only a few short minutes.

Just as the two girls stepped out of the car and prepared to walk to class, someone suddenly shouted Maeve's name.

Turning around, she spotted Sarah Foster—the very girl she had rescued the night before.

Sarah was leaning against a flashy luxury car, hiding her face behind massive designer sunglasses. The dark, ugly bruising around her mouth was still painfully visible.

"Maeve, can we talk for a second?"

Maeve gave Daisy a subtle wave, silently telling her to go ahead. Pulling her coat tightly around her shoulders, she strolled over.

Before Sarah could react, Maeve reached out and plucked the sunglasses right off her face.

The brutal, swollen aftermath of the assault was instantly exposed to the cold morning air.

Even though she had clearly plastered the wounds in medical concealer, she still looked like a total wreck.

Showing absolutely zero mercy, Maeve delivered her verdict.

"You look absolutely pathetic."

Furious, Sarah snatched the sunglasses back and shoved them onto her face.

"Do you have zero basic manners?"

"We certainly aren't close enough to pretend we respect each other," Maeve shot back smoothly.

Mutual, unbridled disdain was the only thing holding their dynamic together.

As for why Maeve had intervened the previous night, it had nothing to do with Sarah's well-being. She simply despised Landon Hart.

Whoever Landon wanted crushed, Maeve was going to protect on pure principle.

Her core philosophy was simple: if her enemies were miserable, she was thriving.

Sarah wanted to scream, but remembering the stakes, she forced her temper down and swallowed her pride.

"I really need to speak with you."

"Speak," Maeve commanded.

The freezing wind whipped around them, leaving Sarah violently shivering.

"Why are you constantly assuming everyone is out to murder you? It's a highly exclusive perfume. The scent is incredible. I promise you'll love it."

Maeve peeked inside the bag and confirmed it was indeed a ridiculously expensive designer fragrance.

Even though she couldn't care less about luxury perfumes, she decided not to completely crush the girl's olive branch.

"I accept your bribe. Is this all you wanted to discuss?"

Naturally, Sarah wouldn't have tracked her down just to hand over a gift bag.

"The truth is, I came to find you because I need answers."

Maeve already knew exactly where this was going.

"You want to know who sent those thugs to publicly humiliate you?"

Reliving the terrifying trauma of the previous night, Sarah's voice began to shake with raw emotion.

"Based on what you said to them, you clearly know exactly who their boss is."

A knowing, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of Maeve's lips.

"I think you already know exactly who ordered the hit."

Refusing to beat around the bush any longer, Sarah voiced her darkest suspicion.

"Is Landon Hart trying to destroy me?"