Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 211

If the two hundred million Luka had wired over had barely hit Maeve's account before she donated it, where, exactly, had the thirty million she'd dropped on that half-finished lab prototype on the cruise ship come from?

Maeve had said more than once that her summer job paid only twenty-five hundred a month.

Even Hans couldn't help looking at her in a new light.

"Is Miss Vance serious?" he blurted. "Two hundred million—and she just… gives it away?"

Andres White shot him a look. "Anything in the file you dug up actually true?"

Hans looked wronged. "Mr. Andres, I'm innocent here. You think ZERO's real background is something just anyone can dig up?"

"What I found was only what Miss Vance wanted me to find."

"And what she didn't want me to find—no matter what I do, I can't touch it."

At ZERO's level, anyone trying to investigate her was basically trying to climb a glass wall with bare hands.

Andres had nothing to say.

Hans was good—very good. But in front of ZERO, he simply wasn't in the same league.

Meanwhile, the livestream chat was still roaring.

Johnny: Two hundred million and you donate it? Why not leave yourself something to live on?

Skyview: Is it a real donation or a fake one? That screenshot could be Photoshopped.

It was what a lot of people were thinking.

Two hundred million was an obscene amount of money. Donating that much in one shot wasn't something a normal human being did.

Then an official-looking account appeared.

Goodwill Foundation: On behalf of our foundation, I can confirm that two months ago we received a donation of 200 million. The donor's name was Maeve Vance.

The Goodwill Foundation had an excellent public reputation—one of those rare charities people actually trusted. For years, it had quietly helped struggling families and stayed out of scandal.

Maeve's voice continued, calm and unwavering.

Before anyone could respond, the screen went black. Maeve ended the stream—clean, decisive, no encore.

For a lot of spectators, sleep was no longer on the menu.

Two hours of livestreaming had destroyed how many people?

Isla—who'd built her entire career on the wholesome wife-and-mom image—was exposed as a mistress who'd knowingly stepped into someone else's marriage. Her brand was ashes.

Elaine, the "classy intellectual beauty," had stolen her best friend's boyfriend. Her reputation collapsed in real time.

And that "fragile, sickly, sweet boy" Ansel Morales? Not a tragic pretty face at all—just a cold-blooded killer.

The most grotesque of all was Luka: serial cheating wasn't enough—he'd raised his son into a monster who could kill without blinking.

People like that didn't deserve to keep breathing.

Maeve had barely shut down the stream when Andres knocked and walked in, carrying a light late-night meal on a tray.