Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 318

It took everything Anya had to force down her jealousy.

She tugged Natalia forward and plastered on a smile.

"Mr. White—this is the person you've been searching for. The Shadow Healer. Natalia."

Andres looked at Natalia with undisguised contempt.

Maeve didn't even bother to lift her eyes. She just kept eating.

Honestly—if Anya was going to stage a surprise, she could've at least made it entertaining.

Natalia, seeing Andres, immediately put on a show of shock.

"How… how is it you?"

Andres arched a brow. "You know me?"

Natalia huffed. "Your memory's awful. We saw each other two days ago—at the Imperial Grand."

Andres gave her a slow once-over, his face blank with confusion.

Maeve offered a sweet, fake reminder. "She's the obsessed girl who photoshopped herself into a picture with you."

The description was so sharp it nearly made Andres laugh.

He lifted a peeled shrimp to Maeve's lips. "Now that you mention it… yeah. I remember."

Natalia's face hardened as the two of them took turns cutting her down.

"I already said I didn't photoshop that—"

Maeve said lightly, "Whether it was edited or not, anyone with a functioning brain can tell."

Natalia turned to Anya. "If these are the clients you meant, I'm not taking this job."

"I have dignity. I have boundaries. I'm not bending for money."

The stubborn, righteous expression on her face was so perfectly acted it could've been ripped straight out of a melodrama.

Natalia lifted her chin, indignant. "I don't need to prove my identity to anyone. Especially not you."

"And besides, 'The Shadow Healer' is just a nickname the outside world gave me. I have my own name—Natalia."

"If Miss Morales hadn't told me there was a man searching everywhere for me because his mother was injured in a car accident…"

"I wouldn't have bothered coming."

"If I'd known that man was you, I'd rather die than show up."

"Men like you only care about money and leverage. I don't work for people like that."

Maeve nearly spit out her drink laughing.

Murray had mentioned once that Natalia loved casting herself as the heroine of a trashy romance.

Maeve had assumed he was exaggerating.

Now she was seeing it in full, glorious detail.