Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 910

Leonardo was the calmest of the group; his family already had an irreversible, deeply rooted blood feud with the Grovers.

Michael wasn't interested in business partnerships; he simply stayed because he loved a good show.

Corbin hesitated for a few agonizing seconds, but ultimately planted his feet.

He had interacted with Maeve enough times to know that a girl who played games on this lethal scale relied on far more than just brute force.

Declan chose to stay, partly because of Naomi, but mostly because of the sheer economic potential.

Compared to offending the Grover family, the wealth and technological dominance he could gain from Maeve were far more enticing.

Seeing that not a single person had left, a faint smirk touched Maeve's lips.

She walked up to the crate and savagely grabbed Nancy by the hair.

She hauled her out of the box like a piece of dead weight.

Nancy screamed in agony, tears instantly exploding from her eyes.

Witnessing this brutal scene, every eye in the room instinctively darted to Andres.

One was his ex. The other was his current girlfriend.

Things had escalated to a bloody kidnapping, and he wasn't going to step in?

Andres remained perfectly still.

His mind was obsessively replaying the words Maeve had just spoken.

Today was the birthday of her cherished loved one, who had been killed over a year ago.

And Nancy was the murderer.

So the reason Maeve was so hellbent on destroying the Grovers was out of revenge for this dead loved one?

Who exactly shared his birthday and had died a year ago?

Charlie Wilson's name crashed into his mind.

Could it be that Charlie had actually died a year ago?

The moment the thought fully formed, a sudden, agonizing cramp seized Andres's chest.

With her scalp practically being ripped off, Nancy cast a desperate, pleading look at Andres.

But Andres was too consumed by his own horrific realization to spare her a glance.

Maeve glared down at Nancy with a predatory sneer, enunciating every word. "Why are you looking at him?"

"Shouldn't you be wondering how I'm standing here alive right now?"

A sickeningly excited gleam flashed in Maeve's eyes as she taunted her.

"Oh my, I actually slapped your jaw out of place."

"How does a dislocated jaw feel, Nancy?"

"If it hurts, why don't you get on your knees and beg me?"

"If you beg, maybe I'll pop it right back into place for you."

Nancy glared at her with pure, venomous hatred.

Maeve raised her hand and delivered another brutal backhand to the other cheek.

This second strike hit with such precise, bone-crushing force that it snapped Nancy's jaw right back into its socket.

Two massive slaps had left both sides of Nancy's face swollen beyond recognition.

Suddenly, Maeve raised the blood-soaked combat knife and brought it slicing down toward Nancy's chest.

Andres finally snapped out of his trance.

"Maeve, stop!"