Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 279

A line of black luxury vans pulled up outside a government compound.

Doors opened. Andres stepped out first, followed by Hans, Murray, and a full detail of bodyguards.

The spectacle was so eye-catching it made staff glance over in reflex.

Among them was James, who'd come with two aides to deliver documents.

The moment he saw Andres, he remembered the slap he'd taken in public at the White manor the day before.

A slap wasn't fatal, but humiliation in front of his own people had been vicious.

And now, after only one night, there was that enemy again—walking right into his path.

The two groups met head-on.

James deliberately stepped in front of Andres.

"What a coincidence. Running into Mr. Andres here of all places."

He smiled, the kind that carried teeth.

"Don't tell me you've finally gotten yourself into trouble—and someone invited you in for a little… conversation."

James genuinely believed it was possible.

The Whites did business in too many gray areas. Trouble was inevitable.

Andres acted as if he'd only just noticed James. His eyebrow arched.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Shepherd. It is a coincidence."

His eyes drifted pointedly to James's cheek, still swollen.

"By the way, my apologies. My man was a little impulsive. I've already scolded him."

"Really, it's that disgusting fly's fault."

"Could've landed anywhere, but it had to land on your face."

"They say flies are drawn to filth, Mr. Shepherd. It makes me wonder what you were rolling in before you showed up at my door yesterday."

James's jaw tightened. He hated Andres most when he did this—casual cruelty disguised as humor.

"Spare me," James snapped. "You've got plenty of blood on your hands. Getting arrested is only a matter of time."

Andres chuckled. "That's an interesting story. Whose life, exactly, am I holding?"

James's expression darkened at the thought of his brother.

"My brother's spirit won't let you go."

James's smile finally cracked. "You abused your power for personal revenge?"

"Andres, don't say I didn't warn you. With the way you run things like some warlord, the White family is going to collapse in your hands sooner or later."

Andres's smile returned—slow, meaningful.

"Then keep your eyes open and watch."

At that moment, an older senior official waved at Andres from across the walkway.

"Andres! Hurry up. You can't keep a bunch of old men waiting."

Andres's demeanor shifted instantly, polite and familiar as he walked over.

"Mr. Lewis. Sorry to keep you waiting."

James could only stand there and watch as Andres—arm slung easily around the shoulders of a major figure—headed for a restricted conference room.

The Shepherds were political, yes, but their influence didn't even come close to that man's orbit.

Especially not that room.

If you weren't high enough, you didn't even get the right to stand near its door.