Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 285

Outside Zero Bar, Maeve picked a quieter corner near the entrance and sparred over the phone with Sterling, who was overseas.

"Yes, I'm sulking," she said, unapologetic. "And yes, I'm taking the opportunity to rest a few extra days."

"You know I can't stand sitting in lectures. This is the perfect excuse to give myself a long break."

"The vice-chancellor can't find me. After everything happened, I blocked everyone."

"All right, all right—don't work yourself up. You're not young anymore, and your health matters. It's not worth burning yourself out over me."

"When I'm ready to go back, I'll go back. You just enjoy your trip."

On the other end, Parker Sterling kept lecturing her, insisting she return to campus immediately.

Even from abroad, he'd heard about the online storm.

When Sterling found out Renfield Yates had tried to expel Maeve unilaterally, he'd made an international call and tore Renfield apart.

No matter how annoyed Renfield was, he'd been forced to promise he'd reverse the decision.

The problem now was that Renfield wanted Maeve to come in so they could "talk face-to-face" and settle it.

Maeve refused to show herself—and she'd blocked every way Renfield had to reach her.

Maeve leaned against the wall, phone in her left hand. In her right, she absently spun a pen between her fingers, listening to Sterling ramble from the other side of the planet.

She didn't notice a luxury sedan glide to a stop not far away.

Behind the tinted passenger window, a young man sat watching her—quietly studying the flawless line of her face.

Maeve remained unaware of the eyes on her.

She twirled the pen and threatened Sterling with a lazy edge in her voice. "Sterling. That's enough. Keep nagging and I'll make your little secret public."

On the other end, Sterling scoffed. "What secret do I have to worry about you exposing?"

Maeve's smile turned mischievous. "This trip of yours—are you ‘resting and sightseeing'…"

—and someone stopped her.

"Miss, may I introduce myself?"

Maeve looked over.

A man in his late twenties approached with calm, elegant steps, an assistant and bodyguards shadowing him.

He was striking—dark brown hair with a slight wave, a cross stud in his left ear, and eyes that looked melancholic even when he smiled.

Even the way he walked had the polished confidence of a runway model.

As Maeve got a clearer look at his face, a flicker of amusement surfaced in her eyes.

"Why would I want to know you?"

The man's smile turned suggestive. "Because you happen to be exactly my type."