"Your ride looks incredibly cheap from every single angle."
"You're dating him, and he didn't even bother buying you a respectable car?"
Maeve stared at him flatly. "Luke, are you trying to hit on me?"
Luke didn't even try to hide it. "Yeah, I am."
Maeve crossed her arms. "What exactly is it you like about me?"
Luke smirked. "You're drop-dead gorgeous."
Maeve scoffed. "You really don't strike me as a guy whose brain is entirely ruled by his libido. Besides, it wasn't that long ago that we were practically at each other's throats."
Luke leaned closer. "If the person I have bad blood with happens to be a beautiful woman, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."
Maeve rolled her eyes. "Do you even believe your own garbage?"
"You were publicly humiliated at the tournament and forced to permanently disband the team you spent years building."
"Oh, and I heard the Grovers run a tight ship. You're telling me your parents and older brothers didn't punish you after that humiliating livestream?"
Those words struck a massive nerve.
Because he had brought shame to the Grover name, his mother had forced him to kneel on the unforgiving floor for the entire night.
His knees were still swollen.
In the Grover household, his mother was a hundred times more brutal than his father when it came to discipline.
While he was kneeling in agony, Luke had cursed Maeve's name every agonizing second.
If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have become a laughingstock.
But there was absolutely no way he was going to let Maeve know she had caused him that kind of suffering.
"It's exactly because no one has ever managed to hand me a defeat that you're so special to me."
Maeve wasn't about to buy logic that even a toddler could see through.
"Luke, we're both intelligent people. Let's stop playing these stupid games."
"You suddenly showing all this intense interest in me means you've clearly got an ulterior motive."
Having his lie completely dismantled didn't embarrass Luke in the slightest.
"Do you honestly believe a man of his immense status would ever marry a woman who could drop dead from a failing heart at any given second?"
Luke's brow furrowed in anger. "Are you cursing my sister?"
Maeve gave a chilling scoff. "Someone with a severe heart condition can't exactly carry on the White family bloodline, can they?"
Luke immediately fired back. "There's always surrogacy."
Then, his eyes widened in horror as he realized he had walked right into her trap.
"Wait, no. My sister's heart is perfectly fine. Stop spouting psychotic nonsense!"
Maeve didn't give him a single second to try and cover his tracks.
She slammed the car door shut and peeled out of the driveway, leaving him in her dust.
The trip hadn't been a waste of time after all. She had just secured a vital piece of the puzzle.
If the real Nancy was hiding in the shadows, it meant she was the one suffering from the fatal heart condition.
"Once I confirm this, Nancy, I'm going to rip Charlie's heart right out of your chest myself."

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